Originally Posted by
that one guy
It's been days since you texted me. Days since you thought it was appropriate to allow your friends to prank call me. I really want to text you and find out what you're up to. Everything in my heart wants to know but my head knows better. The more I know, the more hurt I get. I'm still losing weight; I just have no desire to eat. I try to void out all thoughts of you by hanging with my friends, almost, EVERY DAY. But in the end, I come home to the same empty room. I immediately look at the same queen sized bed and don't see you there. I look over at my laptop you used and don't see you playing your games. It seems like I'm breaking down again. I have tear filled nights consistently and I don't get why. It's so quiet in here. My friends are starting to notice a change and feel horrible for me. They want to help by telling how awful you are but they didn't know you like I know you. I miss you. I love you. I still care for you. Always and forever. F*ck.