It's a little weird to think you're moving on without me. You have this whole other life that I know nothing about, and it's disorienting to think that you'd wouldn't want me to, either. What would you want to hide from me? What could you?
I think something's happening to me. I don't know whether it's the holiday blues coming on, or whether I'm just starting to not care anymore, but either way, I think I'm getting over you. Sure, I still mention your name a lot, but it doesn't make me feel like it used to.
Now that I've seen your fangs, I don't feel so obligated to make you happy anymore. I don't really care that you think I'm annoying, or that you probably hate my guts for everything I do. It's not my problem now, it's yours. That's all on you.
So maybe I'm getting over you, but I guess I still gotta accept that you've probably been getting over me for a while. And that stings. It stings a whole bunch.
YOU ARE READING
unfinished snippets
RandomLittle things that I think of at random times - more or less an explosion of creativity straight from my brain. Sometimes I have ideas that i can't quite visualize so I put them here. Sometimes it's a snippet of a story I'm workshopping, other times...
