i didn’t sleep well last night. in fact, i didn’t sleep at all.
going through depression, that’s what my aunt said. i helplessly denied it. yet i know, it’s the only rational reason why the tears couldn’t stop from falling. i wanted to blame you for it. for every sleepless night. for every swollen eye that doesn’t get tired of crying. for every heartache. i wanted to yell that you’re the only one behind all these.
but i know you wouldn’t care, for God’s sake. i know you wouldn’t mind if i get insane over this break-up. you’re over me.
and i’m effin not over you yet. not even after a year.
it’s friggin hard.