how many times do i have to fuck myself over before i realize that I'll never be enough for you. I'm always second-best, or convenient. i can't even hate you, it's not your fault that you don't love me. i want to be able to let you go. and i can't do that here, no matter how much time goes on. i tried avoiding our mutual friends, it makes me too sad to know that you've been in love with all of them except for me. i wore this color that night, do you remember? i still have the dress in my closet, and it still reminds me of you. fuck. i hope there's a day when we don't remember each other anymore, I'm pretty sure that day has already come for you.