No substance

It pains me so so much, to not know what I am supposed to feel exactly.

I want to be able to love again, to be happy wholly, to be that girl in everyone’s eyes. To believe, to hope, to wish, to succeed. I want it so so much I cannot get it.

This week, I kept getting glimpses of you in my head, I kept picturing me and you together, how we used to be, I wished you would text, you would care. But you don’t.

I’m tired.