So now what? You hate me so much that you don't even want to talk to me, not even after I apologize for doing nothing. I can't say I don't give a shit. How am I supposed to get though this?

I'm so sick of guessing. Maybe it's time to leave.

When there's nothing but pain in between, when awkwardness is the only thing that you can see, when truth is the last thing that he ever speaks, you should move on and let go, because you know it's time to leave.

I had a thousand dreams about you, about us still being together.

I'm so scared of losing you.

You can only be mine.

Now that you're gone, along with half of me. All that's left is a cover, smashed and empty. I feel hurt. I am. I want to shed a tear. But I'm too exhausted to cry. I want to find you. But I'm too scared to see you one more time. Just a glance, a glimpse, would remind me of the truth that you're not mine, and how much I need you in my life.

My heart must have hooks that bind you so tightly to me.

"Les jours s'en vont, je demeure."

现在怎么心情那么差...

Get the fuck out of my life. You're dead af to me.

I don't give a fuck? Stop kidding.

I miss you already.
Your room, my stomach, both empty.
I sent you a chat and waited
For you to open it and remember me,
Hoping you're missing me too,
Hoping you're worried,
Hoping you will hop into a taxi,
Just to come back and check on me
And when you see me
Sitting on the porch alone, crying,
You will come around and say
"I miss you so much that
I will never ever leave."