Not right, not now.

I’m going through a process. Finding memories, losing memories. I’m not sure anymore.

I sit here and nothing is suppose to be in my head but I hear him so clearly-

“Shut the fuck up.”

”You look so ugly when your cry.”

”You’re pathetic.”

”Get the fuck out of my face.”

There’s so much. I can’t even begin to start right now, on lunch break, but why do I crave to feel your arms around me. I hated you. I hate you. God, I miss you, though. Fucked.