I count as the seconds pass by, too easily followed by minutes, hours, days. The silence is agonizing. These units of time are far too real. Each one takes me further from you.
Ya word, need this right meow. Connor, why must you be in Arizona?
Bloodstained Heart by Darren Hayes.
Yup, just tell me you still love me and then stop talking to me when I finally work up the nerve to tell you the same thing. Really makes me feel like it was the right decision. I guess eleven days is long enough. I should realize that it all means nothing and jut stop.
The only person I trust is out of the country. What the fuck do I do?
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over, but had me believing it was always something that I’d done. And I don’t wanna live that way, reading into every word you say. You said that you could let it go and I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know. But you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don’t even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough. And you didn’t have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don’t need that though. Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
