everyday i catch myself thinking of you, wondering if you’re okay, if you still get those headaches all the time or if you still have trouble sleeping at night. i catch myself mindlessly smiling at a distant memory of you and it feels like i’m being stabbed. it doesn’t matter if i don’t love you anymore because you will always be somewhere in the back of my brain, hurting me with your silence. i don’t want to think about you anymore. you kicked me out of your head and i should be able to do the same. why can’t i fucking do the same.
