SOTD: Why
"Some things are better left unsaid//But they still turn me inside out"
When does the constant fixation of thought end? When will I get through a day without having a panic attack over you? Why can't I just make this all stop?
Those are the questions I keep asking myself. It's insane how much of my day you occupy. Even more insane to think you probably never think of me at all.
It's desperate. And pathetic. And nauseating.
Why can't I control this?
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