“There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.”—Antonin Artaud (via oceanofmind)
I really crave to hear your voice. I just want you to call and say “I really miss you and I want you back.” Or just show up to my house and give me the longest kiss ever. These are just mere fantasies. Why am I even hoping?
I look at it now, and don’t regret anything. You were my first real just about everything. I don’t know what happened. I honestly don’t know. I liked you so much. I fell so hard. Matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I’m still head over heels for you. The thing that hurts the most is that I can never have you like that again. Maybe I’m being selfish, but I still have feelings for you. It’s still not clear to me why you ended it in such a way. You left me questioning and wondering and most of all hurting. Best friends for like a year, and now it won’t ever be the same. I was afraid that this would happen, and I told you at the beginning, but you told me everything would be fine. It would work out beautifully. Now, I’m sitting here immersing myself in music, hoping to get over you. You’ve been in my dreams for the past couple of nights. They have ALL been about you. How am I supposed to get over you? How the fuck am I supposed to do that.