I keep hoping that there is a little piece of you that still cares for me. It's so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that you could just drop me like I was nothing. Maybe I was nothing to you, but it still hurts. Honestly, I just want to be able to scream "Fuck you!" at the top of my lungs. You deny that you feel anything for me, yet you always come crawling back and breaking me more. I think that I live in your head rent-free, and I'm ready to move the fuck out.
