After I wrote that post yesterday, of course, a little radar in Tom's head went off and told him "Oh, Casile's happy, gotta fuck it up." So he texted me. Of all days, the one day I was having a great day, he texted me. It was rather amusing to me. I sunk into a low after I agreed to skype with him. I went to Big Mike's room (one of my best guy friends at MTA) and started crying, I was listening to Mumford and Sons, and then I went for a long walk and talk with a guy I met this weekend. It was innocent, but it was really nice to be in the company of a good guy. I'm laying in my room on my bed listening to Autumn by Zoe Fitch. I'm finally done my Sociology paper and am relaxing with my roomie. Life is still good. Up's and Down's will always come, but I can always get back to the Up's <3.
i wake up every morning at around 2 am it sounds cliche but it alway hits me im here while shes with him sometimes it takes over the thought of what we had i never knew these emotions so well angry, confused and sad it sounds a little childish but i do wish him the worst i know that i dont mean it but, i really want him to hurt sometimes i feel resentment sometimes i feel sympathy but really all i wanna know is how could he do this to me i don't mean to sound conceded i don't mean to sound stuck up but really all i did was try to make him happy he said i was, then said i wasn't enough how can someone do that how can someone so quickly change then i think he didn't i just saw the image, that he chose to portray what i saw was distorted he showed me fakeness, that i didn't see through he made me believe he was a good person i still get angry at myself, for questioning whether its true ive never been so betrayed someone i dont think ive ever been this hurt but i think...
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