as the sun fades away I know he is getting ready to fuck the girl he’s been seeing. i want so badly to rid myself of this masochistic pain I continuously put myself through. he has made it clear he only sees me as a friend, yet I am delusioned. i picture our wedding day. have i wasted my youth on this man? my brain screams yes, and one more moment spent thinking about him is more time wasted. do I drop him completely? my brain says yes.
I’m home alone on a Saturday, plucking my unwanted hair. How many more lonely weekends do I want? Why don’t I try something new. Why don’t I try NOT replying to him?
modern love 