I can't think of a title.

Oh fuck I hate break ups. Not that anyone likes them, but I really hate them. I should just try to avoid them better in the future...
It's like I want to move on so much but I can't. Agggghhhh it's fucking with my head. I keep going on to her webpages and stuff, which is just making it worse. It's like a blister in your mouth. You should just leave it the fuck alone but you can't help poking it with your tongue.
I want to know everything about what's going on with her right now; how she feels, what she's been doing, all the stupid little insignificant things that happen throughout her day that she barely pays attention to so I can hold on to them and feel that they're ours.
I've thought about it and I think even though I'll get over the break up, I don't think I'll ever get over the relationship. After these three years in London and I go back to Dublin, I'd love it for us to get back together. There was nothing wrong with the relationship; we barely ever fought and when we did, we never raised our voices or got snappy. It was mostly just disagreements and we'd be annoyed for a bit but then we'd both say it's silly to argue and get over it. We always had a laugh and were always able to talk about something interesting. I was never bored and I don't think she was either. Any problems were never ones that we created. I'd say the main (or only, really) problem was the distance, and it wasn't even that much.
I've never been so angry at myself for anything as I am for the mistake that I made. It won't leave me. The wound still remains and the scar will never fade.


What can you do when you feel like growing up is catching up on you?
I feel replace in a place I'm not a part of in a way I can't erase.
Piece by piece watch it break off.
This morning streets were lined with enemies
and I never wanted to leave so badly.
To you this promise I'll make, without you I'd never sleep.
I've changed as much as I can.