I’m going to look back on this(tumblr) in like 5 years when I’ve forgotten all about it and laugh myself to tears.
Or maybe I’ll be all nostalgic and miss smoking an drinking and being sneaky and disgusting. Hopefully I won’t.
I’m gross
Goodnight
After all this time, I still miss you.
I STILL think about you before I fall asleep.
I STILL wish I could call you like I used to without a second thought.
I still wish I was even important enough to be involved anymore.
I thought it would help to have rebounds (if I can even call them that) but it didn’t. I just miss you more and more.
Talking to you for 20 minutes last month on the phone made me the happiest I’d been in a long while.
I realized I’d instilled all my happiness in you. You took it with you when I shoved you away. My fault.
And you say you feel like shit for doing all this to me but it’s my fault. Absolutely all my fault.
So I’ll fix this eventually.
This post is pointless. If you read that, I apologize for wasting 30 seconds of your time. Carry on.
