Bitches Love music

Every time I hear my doorbell ring, I half-heartedly hope its you. I hope that you realized what you did. What you lost. That you were driving and came here on a whim. That you jogged up my front steps, rang the doorbell, greeted my mother, burst into my bedroom, telling me how sorry were you. In reality, I know that something like that will never happen. I only wish it would. I can’t keep myself from thinking about you all the time. The funny thing is, I don’t know why. You hurt me, and you continue to hurt me, but all I want is you. All I want is to go back to that night. To start over, before everything got fucked up and turned to shit. You don’t deserve me. I’m trying to get over you. It’s hard, but I’m working on it. Sooner or later, you’ll be just another person. But until then, I’m stuck here spilling my guts on tumblr.