Yes. I fucked up I know I did. But am I the only one in this situation that did.
Yes last night was fucked up and I have no excuse for that I am fully in the wrong but then again am I still the only one who fucked up
Two weeks I have been quite and hurt but I wouldn’t show it when you were around.
Yes I said hurt because the pain from your absence when you were once so clearly here is like taking the paint out of Mona Lisa leaving a blank canvas instead of the once beautiful smiling female.
And yes I have been quite because how can I say what I feel if you yes you won’t talk to me. At all not just talk you won’t touch me or even just look me in the eye because you’re past has become your present and separating the two is like splitting yourself in halve.
But both halves make you who you are so you can’t have one without the other. So what are you going to do. Well that up to you to decide but while you decided I have been sucked into a black void full of never ending doubt of why you even wanted me in the first place.
What made me so special in the first place? Then we go hang out one night and every things cool until someone is reach the clouds and then you want to be with me and only me.
Me who for the last two weeks have been the furthest thing from your mind. So yes I did fuck up that night I should not have even been around him but again I ask am I the only one who
FUCKED UP
