it's been 47minutes since i last sms'd you, and i've heard nothing back. either your phone is off, or your ignoring me - neither of which i would blame you for.
instead of giving up and going to bed, i am watching my phone like a fucking junkie posessed just waiting for it to beep.
waiting to score soemthing...anything...from you. i know i shouldn't. that i should just give up and cut my losses.. but like any truely addicted creature, i can not help myself. the wanting is too deep..
it's not just about wanting you...it's also a case of needing you, too..
i wish there was some kind of methadone for this addiction..something to make the desire that i have for you subside. to take the longing away.
but there's nothing.
so i sit..and wait.. *sigh*..
i hate you for what you have done to me...but i love you none the less..
just like a fucking junkine..
love,
your momentarily distracted, hopelessly addicted, ex girlfriend