bittersweet

You prove me wrong time and time again.

I wanted to tell you that I missed you and that I loved you, but I know that wasn't what you wanted to hear from me. But I do. I do love you and I miss you like fuck.

But you're probably doing okay. I don't know.

I hate that you can be perfectly fine with this and I hate that you can forget everything so easily, while I can't even do anything without breaking down. I hate how you can make me hurt so much and say all those things and yet I still love you. And I fucking hate crying.

I don't know. But stop giving me mixed signals, cause you're confusing the hell outta me right now.