I want to convince myself that, in some sick way, we were right for each other. I want to lie and lie and lie, to myself and to you. I want to go back to being that girl who just kept running.
I want to stay up all night and drink too much and sleep in the next day. I want to go back to cheap and easy, because now...now everything hurts. And time moves slowly.
I never slept because I wanted to avoid the nightmares, the ones that seem to find me every night lately.
I want to lash out at everyone who loves me best because...
I don't know why.
Loving someone is so absurdly easy. But letting someone love you? That is hard.