Fights make us. It defines how rude we are to each other. Evenings drive me crazy as I can't reach him through his number. His phone was off. Work was always easy for me, but when it comes to him, it brings me down to all negatives. Thinking right was the hardest thing I could, as hatred and anger were the only things in my head. Where the hell he was doing.
Days from now, we will be in our second year. With all the anger and suspicions I have in mind, that still he is the same unfaithful man I once had, I start to feel pity for myself. For all the emotions I hate, it always brings me to depression. Who cares?
Now, I am waiting for his call. Last night we talked. We talked and said undecent words to each other. I told him how i am so upset and unhopeful for all his acts.
I am not afraid to let go.
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