Lazyy Sundayy

I hate Sundays. Mostly because most people don't have to do anything and it gives them time to think.

Blahh.

Why do you keep texting me? At midnight when your working, during school, to see if Im doing better.
What do you think? You broke my fucking heart, how am I suppose to feel. And why so sudden just up and one day "Hey, how you feeling?" If your trying to get me back, your efforts are wasted. Don't even bother trying to sweet talk me and beg.
If you get on your knees, I'll POSSIBLY CONSIDER forgiving you for the shit you did. Besides, your leaving in a month with no contact to the outside world, we'll lose touch and probably never see each other again, save me the pain and just say goodbye once and for all and get it over with. Instead of saying goodbye and coming back over and over.
But, if you need help DIER help, I'll listen. But Im not getting involved, it's not my business or my battle to fight, I've raised the white flag already, I'd been defeated, Im not going back into battle.

Im also feeling the self-conciousnss that Im once again losing touch with people.

I hate Sundays.