i don’t want to think about you obsessively anymore.
or talk to myself.
or wish you’d walk by my house.
or not be able to eat.
or not be able to sleep.
or shake uncontrollably.
or keep wondering why i’m not good enough.
i am, you just don’t see it! of course, we can “stay friends.” you can think what you want, i truly don’t love you anymore.