irina

I'm mad at the world for going on without you.

So many memories of you faded away long ago, and I would do anything right now to have just one of them back. I wish our last phone conversation hadn't involved you waking me up at 3 in the morning, because I can't really remember it now. I barely remembered it the next day. I just wish I could hear your obnoxious whine one last time.

Soon I might stop missing you so desperately. But I don't want to. I want this pain forever, because right now it's the most tangible thing I have left of you. You asshole. You were always a fucking pro at leaving me hurting.

You were so frighteningly smart. How could you be such a fool?

Game Over.