I thought I was okay, and I got over it.
Until I had to decide if I want to head on out.
Then it strucked me, that maybe, I'm still bugged by it.
I'm still bugged by the fact that you were selfish and you expected me to feel alright.
For the few nights, I allowed myself to feel.
I allowed myself to be like before.
And tonight, I wondered why I did that.
I wondered why I didn't persist.
You can call me vengeful all you want, I don't really care.
I'm more afraid of going through that disappointment you made me go through the last time, one more time.
The little things that give you away. They gave you away the previous time. I don't think I'm quite prepared to risk it one more time. At least, not now.
Cookies and cream, Regi @2:59 AM