Sloppy.
It was sloppy.
I hate that.
Same content.
Different context.
Changes everything.
See the upside.
I cut the chord of the crazy loops
that start to turn whenever he starts
creeping back into my thoughts.
creeping back into my thoughts.
It doesn’t matter.
He didn’t care.
He doesn’t care.
He is not going to care.
Let it lie.
Just be done.
Or at least start writing again.
