I Don’t Know Why I’m Still Fighting…

You are my favourite “what if”
You are my best “I’ll never know”

The drunk tests I received from you weren’t from you, but I wish they had been. Maybe it would make existing easier.

I know I can’t expect you to share my feelings. But you know how I feel, and it hurts to not know where I stand in your life. I’m feeling like we’re just acquaintances, but I don’t know. I don’t have the courage to ask you, and I’m just existing in a strange limbo between being a friend… Or not being one.

I can’t talk to you properly any more, and it’s starting to tear my heart to pieces. Not that it was actually in one piece to begin with.

Goddammit, Jack.


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