You you you you you you you
It’s all I keep thinking about
But this time it’s not clouded in sadness
It’s not surrounded in gloom
This time, my feelings flash red
I re-read everything
And I’m angry
Because the least that you can do is reply
Pick a topic
Don’t make me the sole carrier of this burden
I’m beginning to think that this is your normal
That that Thursday was a drunk - or a tired - version of you
Or maybe
You were just not that interested
You’re probably thinking, ‘there’s nothing to lose if i give this gal a lil hope’
You’re probably not thinking how i’m gonna react
And here i am
No longer sad
But extremely frustrated.
Thanks.
You can see where I started doubting my thoughts.