Monday, 29 July 2013

Maybe I should delete you off Facebook. Maybe that's the only way I can forget you. But then that's the only thing that connects us. The thing that clings on to our memories. A social networking site. Wow how delightful. But I don't want to. Once I do, I know that would be it. End of us. But I can't deal with when I see something related to you come up, my heart fucking shits itself. I'm scared I'll see something that will make me cry. I'm scared you've changed. I'm scared to see you happy without me. Your friend tagged you in pictures where you have my favourite hair cut and a new jumper on. It's you but in a different time where I no longer know you. I really miss you. I miss your face a lot. 

I don't know what to fucking do. Everything I do fucking hurts. Why can't you just come back? Just fuck this. I can't take this. I feel like I'm going to have a mental breakdown. This is utter bullshit.