Why do I keep looking for you in him? He will never be like you, he will never be you.
The problem was never if I wanted to be there or not, it was that it looked like you didn’t want me there. Better said, it looked like you didn’t even care if I was there at all.
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
I always knew it would come down to this. So what was I expecting? Why am I blaming you when it is my fault that I hoped for more that what you could give? Why am I crying until I fall sleep?