She’s here and I know she’s here but she can read it all she wants and she’ll never know it’s me
I’ve become superstitious and all I want is to be happy again. Without you life is hell and it’s not obsession it’s my lack of character that fuels my depression. Sometimes I have slow days, where all I can think about it you, it’s ironic isn’t it? How you wanted me to stop thinking about you and Now it’s all I do? I’m a creep and a f****** pervert. All I want is you, not your body or anything, you were never an object to me, it wasn’t like that. Obsession isn’t attractive but I’m working on it, and my ambitions are slowly growing as I further myself from these thoughts but I come crawling back. You thought I couldn’t change but here we are and now all want is you. Why can’t I just have you, why is it so hard, and why does it tear me up inside every time I tell myself “there won’t be a text from her on my phone” and when there isn’t I cry. Reverse psychology doesn’t work on yourself I guess. But I’m sorry, nothing worked out as it was supposed to. I played around in life and I fucked up. I’m sorry. Please come back.
I’m pathetic
