“Now, a half year later you’re still on my mind. But I hope i will never see you again, I pray i will never hear your voice or smell your parfume when i’m walking through the streets in town. But can anyone please tell me why the fuck am I missing you? Do I miss the idea of you? Do I miss the memories.. am I sad cause I know this won’t happen again.. at least not with you? Do I just miss someone who treats me like you did before you left? Do I just feel alone? Or do I just like this kind of self-harm?”
— Get out of my head


















