Listening to: Hourglass - The Hush Sound
Fuck you for bringing it up again.
To my credit, I didn't cry.
I'm not going to cry over you anymore, like I'm some pathetic bitch.
I don't even miss you anymore.
But then you bring it up, and something inside remembers how good it felt.
Just stop it.
There goes my credit.
I am bitter. And I am sarcastic. And I am sharp. And I want to hurt him so bad just so he'll go away for a little bit and let me get over it a little bit more.
Why am I not over it?