I am having (clearly) having a sad night. So instead of seeking comfort from people I care about, I have chosen to listen to Mumford and Sons and blog about my worries (I'm really good at sulking).
Sometimes I regret cutting myself off from you. Maybe it was dumb.
But I can't handle this.
Some days I would feel guilty; talking to you would remind me of pain I may have caused you.
That would remind me of the pain I caused for others.
The pain I will cause.
Other days, I would feel like it was all a lie. Maybe lie is too harsh of a word.
Or maybe it isn't.
When there was no hope of a happy ending, you left me.
I'm too scared to make you understand how that made me feel.
How it makes me feel.
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