I’m
scared.
I’m scared that one day you won’t text me, or call me, or ask to come see me. You won’t think to ask how I’m doing. And then the day after that you’ll realize how easy it was to ignore me, to let go. And I’ll be here wondering what I did, and wanting to talk to you- but not allowing myself to. Because I want you to think I don’t need you as much as you don’t need me. Its kind of like a reverse psychology thing. In my head, I think it will make you want me again, or want me more. But you won’t. You’ll realize that there’s a girl that’s better than me at everything. And you’ll just kinda forget…
saw it on tumblr,
but it's exactly.
how i feel right now.
:/