#hating myself

not being anybodies best friend when you thought you were friends with so many people is even worse

realizing you didnt really have friends but you just knew a lot of people and you talked to them but they never talked to you is probably even worse still

trigger warning under this next one brotato

The progression of an action

Actions cannot be taken back

As you cannot unwrite history

I’m not sure if it’s the uncertainty of my thoughts

But my feelings progressed into actions

Actions brought about by negative feelings

Negative feelings that were thought over and over without ease

I miss your presence as I sit here in our old bedroom

Missing the laughter which is now filled with silence

Silence that I once craved but now the laughter is gone

All that exists is smoke filled air as I smoke away the thoughts

Feeling as if my actions were too hasty

I miss you as a person, but not as a lover

It is weird, I must admit

Maybe towards the end it was a friendship

Less of a relationship