The thing I hate about saying goodbye is knowing you can't go back to the same thing, the one thing you used to love.
I don't like leaving and starting over because I like being comfortable and I like familiarity. If I left, I would have to do it all over again. Go to dinners and eat salads because I don't wanna feel like a pig when I order a rack of ribs (I really don't eat ribs though). Tell that my favorite color is black, though it's more of a shade than it is a color. I'd have to play games again, decide if I should call or text. Pretend like I love making everything exciting and coy.
I'm over it and sometimes, I'm so tired of caring. It takes up so much of time and sanity.
Why wasn't I just born a cold-hearted bitch?
EDIT:
I think I'm about done wallowing in my pathetic pool of misery and crazed hormones.
I think it's time to have some good hair days, stellar make up, new clothes and some new....focuses.
I think you can watch all the ESPN you want, eat all the pizza rolls you want and frat it up as much as you want, because I'm thinking, I'm about to do the same.
Maybe cold-hearted bitches weren't born, they're just...made.
You left a blood stain on the floor.
Like all the boys before.
Like all the boys before.