Indiciveness

Deciding on whether I should delete your messages and your number.. and your tracks.. and your trails.. and anything and everything that reminds me of you.. Or if I should keep them around, for wallowing and sobbing purposes..

I really want you out of my life.. I don't know what's keeping me from erasing you from my memory.. If I'm really just a masochist like that, inflicting more pain to myself as if the one's you've caused aren't already enough.. But seriously though, what is the deal with that?

As much as I want to save the friendship, or at least what's left of it, I don't want to be the only one fighting for it.. It takes two to tango, right? It saddens me but this time, I think I want out.. And if you've already decided on your silent exit, here I am making mine too.. Silent at least with you..

I hope you won't think that I'm being irrational or immature.. This is my only way to keep things more bearable.. Because seeing you and talking to you makes it harder to let go, all the more move on..

But tell me if you know how I am to live for the succeeding weeks pretending like nothing happened when something really did? Something that left a whole in my heart?

Lalala..

So here's to you and your overly complicated life.. strings.. attachments.. hang-ups and baggage..

I really hope you have a good life..

Goodbye..

Sincerely,
Starfire