here goes my aching heart again.
fuck. fuck. fuck.
when will it stop? how can i make it stop? can you make it stop?
can you make me stop loving you? can you make me stop thinking about you? dreaming of you? yearning for you?
this is so unfair. you already look completely recovered, as if nothing happened, as if we didn't happen.
what the fuck?
i want it to stop. i need it to stop.
