the worst thing...

...about having holidays right now is that I have all the time to let you sneak into my mind and rot inside it and pollute my every thought. Fck, I hate this. I need something to occupy my thoughts. I cannot continue letting you subconsciously remind me of everything I liked or hated about you.

Do you love me enough to let me go?

To let me follow through,

to let me fall for you?

Do you love me enough to let me go?

apparently not. Fck you.