Why do I keep going back to you, to seek comfort? You said that I was sad after, I told you that I wasn’t. I wish you could’ve seen through that lie, because I didn’t want you to leave and I never wanted it to end. Silly as it sounds, but when I open myself up to you I finally let my walls down and let you in. Pathetic isn’t it? I wanted to ask you to stay, just to lay with me for a tiny bit. But I know you don’t give a single shit about me, except for the one reason you came here for. Am I right? I wanted to tell you that I still have feelings for you after what… A year? Stupid, but you still make me have butterflies, I still feel comfortable with you. I’ll always be that clingy ex-girlfriend to you, though. So I guess this stupid feeling I have should just be ignored right? But it’s hard. So fucking hard, because I want you back. But I know you’ll never come back to me. But I write this shit because maybe you’ll see it and say you want me back. hah, pathetic isn’t it?