My Shit

Yet again its past 1am, and nothing good ever happens after midnight. But maybe the fact that it's 1am and you're the only thing in my mind means that I'm still not over you. But I'm trying to be. And I know that at some point I will be. And someone better for me will come along and that your spot. Take the shot you didn't take.

Sucks that you like her, or liked. Sucks that you didn’t realize my potential and what I could’ve become once I grew with you. Sucks that you were immature and desperate. But I guess I was too. I guess I am too.

I remember when I told you how I felt and the way you reacted.

And the funny thing is that I’ve gone over our events over and over so much that I have a timeline in my head of how the events happened and when everything started.

The thing is I never cried, not over you. Im STILL always smiling and getting through my days like before. I just have you in my mind all the time. And I guess I just wish you felt the same way you probably still feel about her. Or liked me in the same manner.

Amazing how you had an effect on me in such a small period of time, and how I probably didn't affect you at all and you're still the same duche that hurt me.

I just miss everything about you. And you don't miss anything about me. You made me feel used and betrayed. When I said I wasn't heartbroken, I think I lied. I was. You were the first. My beginning. My very short beginning.