Suddenly it's 6 a.m and I'm sitting there, tired as hell. I want to sleep but my mind is full of all of these thoughts. Full of thoughts of you.
Honestly, thinking about you hurts... and I don't know when I'll stop thinking about you. I feel like maybe I never will, and I blame you.
How rude of you to break me little by little without my consent...
YOU ARE READING
Lovesick
Short StoryHurtful memories and painful talks {I'm terrible at descriptions please just read this}
