I still don’t know
if you still think about me. I’d like to know, but then I don’t.
I don’t even know why I still think about you. Even if I ever had you again, it would never be the same. I’m so different now. All of this changed me. The pain, the obliviousness, and the solitude have turned me into a new me. I like myself, but I used to like the older me a bit more.
I don’t even make any sense. night.
