𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.
I called you, but you did not wanna talk, hurt me, but what hurt me more was I knew you'd say the same thing just like you did before so many times, yet I called thinking maybe this time it will be different.
I was improving I could feel it, that I'm moving on but then I have come back to the point where I started, in denial with myself. But it is okay I will move on from this again.
