How far have I gotten over you? Until now, a lot of questions I throw at myself and a lot of looking back can catch me uncertain of the answer. I remember quite well the times just after you left, when I still found myself talking to you in my mind as if you were still there, ready and eagerly listening to my every thoughts. You told me you always liked to hear whatever I said. And you were even the one who would try to ease me into thinking I could tell you everything I had in mind. I've gotten used to imagining us together. I've gotten used to dreaming, believing in the day we finally spend together. That hangover was long gone. For a while I could not face the truth and I just blocked away all the thoughts. Now, I believe I've locked them all away, but still bits of what was unresolved manage to seep out.
I've been meaning to break this habit of mine already. I've been up the whole night again, without any intention of going to sleep. Anyway, I'm losing weight in the process and I don't like it. Aaah, time to fix myself up, definitely!
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