*curls fetal*
Some days are better than others. The farther I go in my head, the better it is, I think.
Things try to get you out. Responsibilities. Obligations. Guilt.
*hides eyes*
But here is good, or so I like to tell myself.
Sometimes I think having him back would make this go away, but I'm not sure.
He's not the root, just the pain's current focus.
I hate people. I need people.
*shiver*
Ah, that familiar pathetic feeling.
*one eye peers up*
I am jealous of those of you that can control your emotions.
*settles back down*
*turns up headphones to drown voices*

I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again

*bleary*

How long will I be waiting?
Until the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine