You are not you anymore. I mean, you are not the you that I knew. You stand for so much things you used to hate. You have this lifestyle that I actually can't stand the thought of. I guess you have the stability you always wanted now. I really don't care anymore. I don't care about you anymore.
I'm not going to say I regret it all. I'm not going to say I hate you. I don't. I just don't care about who you've become.
To think about all the times when you were taking fucking Pep pills for the laugh and I Wouldn't sleep for days just so you wouldn't feel home alone when your mam went to work. Fucking days love. I bet you don't even remember.
Today was the day I was thinking that "If anything happened to me, what would anyone say to you, from me?" Then I realised everything I would want said to you wouldn't be said to you. They'd have been perfect to say to the old you. I can't think of anything I'd say to you now.
My insomnia is your creation. It reminds me of you every day and every fucking lonely night I go through.
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