BS

i remember the times at my house, when we would fuck in my room, when we would lay on my bed, when we would go in the backyard and shuffle...i remember the times at your house, when we went for ice cream, when i helped you trim the bushes lol...god im pathetic, i have never, ever, felt this way, and im now fucking talking to myself in a blog...i wonder if your happy? i want nothing more than to call you right now, to text you, i cant i have to stop, i know what it feels like to have people not be able to let you go, and i dont want to be one of those people, i am pathetic...just because i can not call you doesn't make me any less pathetic then the people who do, i still feel the same way they do...