There's so many things I need to say but I can not. It sucks honestly because it's been like two fucking years of missing you. You're not dead, but sometimes I wish I was.

When I needed you the most, why wasn't you there to hold me?

We promised forever yet the only ever I'm getting from you is never.

I can't help comparing every one else to you, which isn't convenient at fùcking all and I despise it.

But okay I guess, I'll get over it in three more years.