just when i think i'm going to be okay, i get left alone at home.. and my head starts to wonder. i'm so fucking mad at myself, why am i still in love with someone who doesn't give a fuck? i'm never going to have it back, i'm never going to be with him so why do i keep upsetting myself and thinking about what we used to have? why can't i just get over it like he did so long ago. fucking hell. fuck him. fuck believing there's actually such thing as a nice guy. fuck you pathetic tears that aren't going to help anything.