Blue

People come and go.

 

That’s what I’ve been saying to myself lately.

I was too confident. I thought I didn’t have to wouldn’t experience this anymore but who am I kidding? Again, I have to remember that people come and go. I just forgot the ‘go’ part is always painful and hard to deal with. Always.

So here I am, shivering  in the middle of the night while writing this. Crying over someone who is probably sleeping safe and sound. Who doesn’t care about the amount of tears I wasted or all the anger that exploded. Who just simply… doesn’t care.

And I found myself crying again.

My head hurts.