someone again

Nervous is not a word strong enough to describe how I felt that day. But I did not know where all hat anxiety had come.

I was supposed to meet you and be friendly, get drunk and be friendly… but I always knew my intentions and I knew you were weak

I do not know if it is just me or my face or something else, but really I represent that much of a temptation that you cannot stop?

I hate everyone right now: her for existing and being a victim, me for my selfishness and you for not loving me enough

But I also love every memory that I made with you