You know, I’m still in denial. I mean, during the day, with people around to distract me, it’s not a problem. But at night, all alone, just thinking to myself, I wonder: Do you still love me? Is this all some elaborate plot? Do you even miss me?
The worst is when you are there, but you ignore me. Like a blight on your personal history; you don’t want anyone to know. And having mutual friends is even worse, because when you’re there, I can’t speak. I keep my silence, in fear that you will yell.
Everybody knows your violent nature; how you can’t keep anger in, […]