Writing isnt helping me, because I don't want it to. I don't want to get over you. I prefer to write all this about you, than to make my words , all I've said, all I've written, be meaningless...cuz none of them are. And probably they never will.
There are days when I hate ms...so bad...that everything, life in general seems useless. Times when I don't want to do/be anything...
Idk why I feel that way, ig maybe I overthink wrongs instead of rights...but this distracts me...writing about everything and knowing someone out there could read this and relate to it... it makes the day a bit shinier...
Point is, writing to you doesn't make me feel sad, but it doesn't make me get over you either. But I just can't stop, cuz I'm too stubborn.
YOU ARE READING
Moonstruck Lullaby
RandomEveryday thoughts and random rambling...where my mind goes when it wanders. Sometimes though, I wish it didn't, because some places I'd rather not return to. Some thoughts I'd rather keep low, some memories in the past. But I've learned that you can...
