I'm done trying. I'm done hoping. I'm done waiting. I'm done wishing ; wishing for the old you to come back, wishing to be with you again and wishing for your love. I guess its enough. You don't worth even a millisecond of my time. So, we are DONE.
How did I end up here, again? I asked myself, lying on my back in the emergency room hospital bed a couple of weeks ago. It was the second time in as many years that I found myself in that very position. Recently a friend told me that I try to do too much, that I need to listen to my body.
are u really gonna say im so quiet and proceed to not hear me out when i do so? the answer is yes. do i try to talk again when that happens? no. do i want to listen to you? no bcs i am distracted in the thing i was supposed to say so i cant focus on u anymore.