I'm
sick. No, not literally sick.
Sick- of saying "I'm just tired" when I'm really
sad.
Sick- of saying "nothing" when people ask me what I'm
thinking about or what's wrong.
Sick- of having these happy conversations with my ex, who I still
love.
Sick - of being used.
Sick- of pretending.
Sick- of being unhappy.
Sick- of faking a smile.
Sick- of lots of things.
But the thing I'm sick of most?
** I'm SICK of pretending
everything is okay, that I don't miss him, I don't still
love him, that I'm over him, that I've moved on, that I
don't think about him ALL THE TIME, that the smile on my face
is real, that I'm confident, that I'm happy, that I'm
not scared to love again, that I never really loved him more than
anything, that I'm not scared to let go, that I'm not
jealous, that I'm fine, that he never meant everything to
me. I'm just sick of everything. I still love
him. And I'm sick of loving him, too, but how do I stop?
I never will.**