catch a dream ; setosolace

day thirty three

to the boy with blue eyes,

we argued again.

this time i heard your voice yelling at me through the telephone. you called me problematic and annoying. a stalking, clingy little leech who never stops worrying. i absorbed every last word you said and took it in. i listened to you ranting about how i ruined it all.

part of me wanted to believe you were just drunk, but it had been a day and you were probably sober or hungover. either way, it still hurt. it didn't really hit me until you hung up the phone in anger: telling me you never wanted to see me again.

i guess i deserved it.

i went to lay down.

healthy relationships always get into arguments, right?

i still love you and i'm sorry.
- seto