you’re having another girl again and it still feels so disgusting. disgusting to imagine you with her, or with all the other girls i know you had, with anyone but me and i don’t fucking care if this is icredibly selfish because you broke me 463 days ago and, no matter how hard i try, i’m just not able to put myself back together. how can it be that you’re happy over and over again and i’m just the wreck, sitting here day by day waiting for you to come and fix me while knowing that your car is never going to stop in front of my house again? - 21/02/15

















