i'm back to listening to the same old songs. to the same old thoughts. to the same old hurt. the same old emptiness.
i'm sorry to myself. sorry that the only thing i regret more than never stepping forward from behind everything i had hoped is that i wasted too much time, too many thoughts, too many wishes and lost too many things. i shed too many tears. but the only thing i gained are lessons and regrets. not even an experience. just a huge burden. i said too much. i wasted minutes, hours, days, months, years. thinking. thoughts. maybe just one too many. to think i was this close. but is that what you really think then? my importance to you is just based on you not wasting your time? but it's okay. i'm used to it. i don't know if i should despise you. i doubt i can. what a joke. a piece in here will always be about you.

three years. t h r e e y-e-a-r-s. i'm a fool, aren't i?