Where are you?
And I'm so sorry.
I cannot sleep. I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time.
And as I stared, I counted
The webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides.
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight.
Don't waste your time on me.
You're already the voice inside my head. I Miss You, Blink 182
This is the index card taped to my bathroom mirror. It has been there for about a year now. It says, "Just because I miss someone doesn't mean I need them back in my life. Missing is just a part of moving on."
Missing someone is not enough to fix the past. Missing someone is a waste of energy.
Today is Billie's birthday. She turns twenty-eight years old. I will not be contacting her. Phoenix said he was a hopeless romantic in the comments a few posts back. I was once too. Not anymore. If I focused on Billie, she would come back into my life in some dramatic love triangle. I don't need that. I don't deserve it. I hope your life is everything you wanted it to be. But then again, it was everything you could possibly hope to have, and it wasn't enough.