i was mad at you.

i was mad because you made me feel exactly the same way that i made you feel a few months ago. neglected. abandoned. shitty. worthless. i made you feel,

wrongly so,

like i didn’t care.

but i do care.

but why do i care? let’s be honest about that part, let’s interrogate that part.

maybe after i decide i no longer want someone, and they actually leave, i want them back.

oops. how natural.