It just comes in random shocks you know
Like sometimes you're so happy you're jumping on the bed
And then sometimes you're so sad that you feel like crying but no tears come out
Sometimes you get so pissed that you feel like slapping his bloody face and hurting him the same way he hurt you
And then sometimes you realise maybe this was what was meant to happen but whys it so unfair to me and whys he so fucking happy while I'm suffering
It's messed up and now I don't know whether this is called moving on
Is it called moving on?
Being happy because he left for an hour and then crying cuz you have no one to say "mwah" to?
Why is life so damn hard.
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