I miss you. You hurt me so badly, yet I can’t get over you. You were a horrible person but I couldn’t help but love every second of it. I just want you, only you, you in your fullest. Do you think about me too? You moved on pretty quick, so I wouldn’t think so. I miss you more than I know how to form words in this stupid fucking ‘unsent project’ bullshit, it’s 11pm. I can’t stop thinking. When does this get easier?