i’m not abandoned. i only come back because of the phone calls and messaging. the anxiety and mental instability always gets in the way though. and then i leave again and let someone else make me happy. and then he tries yet again as if being replaced is an end he can’t take. it’s like a merry-go-round. a sick, twisted merry-go-round. it’s always them who miss me that keep a smile on my face these days. never him.
