The sight and sound of your name makes me feel sick.
And not in a broken hearted way
but in a
"I fucking hate you so much I can't stand you"
sorta way.
A, "I hate that I can't have you and I still love you" sorta way.
And I wanna cry but not in a
"why is this happening to me" sorta way
but in a
"How could you do this to me" sorta way.
See you telling me you loved me had me feeling sorta ways
Feeling sorta ways I don't feel these sorta days.
Thinking
By Jasdevine
I am a ball of different thoughts. Positive, Negative. Here is where I'll dump them. Whatever I'm going throu... More