Wednesday, October 21, 2009

you make me think about everything.

You make me think about everything. About myself, the past, the present, the future, you, and all the reasons for everything that’s happened.

I think about the past, because that’s all I can think about most of the time. I can’t help but reminisce about our memories, and all the fun we had together. I won’t go into details because it won’t make me happy, but we had a lot of good memories, as well as bad ones.

I think about the present, because I can’t help but be jealous of you and the girl you have now, and how she’s the one that’s always on your mind now, the one that you dedicate songs to, the one that you make your first priority, and the one that you’re slowly falling in love with. Right now, my present and my life are slowly falling apart. My present is something that I wish I could fast forward all at once, because I can’t help but cry every night and think every day. That’s all my present consists of right now and I hope I can get through it as fast as I can.

I think about the future, because I wonder how I’m going to get through this, because it seems as though I’m never going to get through it. It feels as though this depression and sorrow is never going to end, because as of right now, that’s all I know how to feel, and that’s what I return to. I wonder what the future is going to be like, and how things are going to be between us. Are we going to be best friends? Or just acquaintances? Or enemies? How are things going to work out between us?

I think about the reasons for everything that’s happened, because I keep wondering, where did I go wrong to push you away and make you leave me? Where did I mess up? I go through all our memories and everything that I said to you, because I’m searching for that one mistake I made, that one mistake that became the reason for you to break up with me. I wonder, why wasn’t I good enough for you? Why were you looking for something else that you found in someone else in the end? It really hurts, knowing that I wasn’t good enough for you in the end.

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