I don't know why i care. I know I'm nothing to her, she proves it constantly. And yet, constantly she's on my mind. Tonight I will drink and fight until I'm too numb to feel pain anymore, and she will sleep easy, and probably dream of him. I'll bleed out until all the bad blood is gone, I'll ruin my body like all the other times this has happened, and she'll wake up rejuvenated and rested, while I'm in a gutter somewhere refusing to pity myself. And after a few days when she gets bored, she'll say hey, and I'll say hi. And I'll pretend nothing's wrong, because we're only friends, and as much as i want to be hers, she will NEVER be mine again...
