i’m changeable. i split. a lot. one day i’ll love you and won’t be able to live without you. two hours later i’ll hate you and wonder why i even missed you to begin with because i hate you. an hour after that i hate myself for thinking that because you’re my friend and i didn’t really hate you and i feel guilty and stupid. i don’t hate you. but i feel empty, indifferent and it makes me think i hate you and if i never hear from you again i won’t care, which isn’t true because i’ll break and waste away.
it’s starting again and it SCARES me.
i haven’t done this in months. i haven’t been so changeable about anyone in a month, i was finally getting BETTER with everything. i don’t want it to start again. i don’t want it so start again…
^ pretty much, more or less.
