dear you,

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.

watiting..
waiting waiting..
waiting waiting waiting..

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



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