Oct 23, 2024
It's always the good old days, isn't it?
Here I am, fading away, dissolving in my own unrealistic reality, yet our memories being the only thing to be so disgustingly intact.
You see, dearest, this is why I find you extremely intolerable.
Unsufferable. Demandingly outrageous, as you always have been. Even in your absence, you are always so loud.
No, actually, I know. The one I cannot stand is me. As I am the coward who ran away from you, and still am.
I sit here in remorse, as I think, no matter how much I try to run away, the end will always be you.
I crave to be with you.
I want you.
Ludicrously, I miss you.