Why is it that I keep thinking about you. We don't talk much, or at all anymore, but everyday is almost a struggle to keep myself together. Work is now my sanctuary. It is the place where I can forget about everything, all my worries, hopes, aspirations, problems. I can chuck them out the window without a care in the world.
I really should move on. I want to move on. I have moved on, but not entirely. I sit here wondering how you can be so happy whilst others are in pain. Hanging onto every word you said, hoping that one day we'd be able to be friends again. I understand that there are other people in your life but if you're going to say ''hello'' at least reply back when I say hi too.
It saddens me that I need to blog about such a depressing topic. But, depressing topics go hand in hand with depressed people, so it works out. It's the greatest epitome of an unbalanced equilibrium; you and I.
One night I will cry out, "Sanctuary, sanctuary!" Hoping that one day you'll come to my rescue. But I know you won't. There's always someone to save. Someone else calling you superman. Someone else that can depend on you, like I did.
Dun, dun, dun! Jason said he'd miss me if I died. He makes me feel special. He makes me happy face, almost. To be quite honest, I don't know where I'd be without Jason. It's the small things he does that makes me that little bit happier. Like coming to the library when I asked, or helping me with Chemistry homework when I asked. He could have said no, but he still came, he still helped. And I'm grateful for knowing Jason.
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