I thought yesterday night would be enough to forget you.
But I can't.
You are still the last thing on my mind before I sleep and the first on my mind when I wake.
And I hate it.
I hate that it's making me so pathetic but I can't help it.
What have you done to me?
I just to think that you were more into me than I am into you but apparently this proves that I'm so wrong.


Am I still on your mind like you are?


Realised that we started and ended with me wearing the exact same outfit.
This just feels like a really big joke.
And the joke's on me.