We all have that one ex.
Who fucked us over with emotions and the worst feelings on Earth. Who taught us so much, yet gave us so much pain. Who you gave everything to, and didn’t get as much back. But we all have that ex, who made us give up a little on love.
Sup Rock Bottom, yeah, it’s me again…
Gaaaaaaawdamnit I hate this feeling. Can’t stop thinking, running through pointless scenarios, endlessly analyzing and trying to predict some sort of positive outcome.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m hating the wait for it. Please, fate, let me be, I’ve done nothing wrong!
