i want to stab myself in the stomach for what i was doing.
i was manipulating him, and neither of us realized.
i could hurt him to his core, and he'd still beg me to do anything but hurt myself.
is this what love is supposed to be like?
do i love him, or do i love the idea of him?
i guess it doesn't matter anymore.
as long as i have my music and both my earbuds, im fine, right?
that's what i want.
to be fine.
