Here we go again. The oh-wtf-i'm-getting-used-to-having-you-around.
You think it's funny, manageable? You think that the constant crap I am being fed would make things better?
With the daily nightmares, the disrupted sleep patterns, the paranoia, the phone checking every minute, I know that this will take me nowhere.
Until I hear from you. Which is the only thing that makes everything okay.
Hate me.
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