How I have so much anger inside of me for her, but all it takes is just another look at her and the sound of her voice to take it all away from me.
I don’t know what it means, I don’t want her in my life, I don’t need this toxin in my life. I am not doing well and I have no one and nothing to talk to, all I ever do is just write and try to make sense out of my crazy.
To be honest, it doesn’t help.
Nothing is convincing. I teach myself everyday that I have to stop bringing her up in my thoughts but even in those words I feel her existence, I feel her words. They haunt me, but I want to face them not because I want to come out strong, only because the haunting gives me a little more for her.