Forget-the-world

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

People are like “Doomguy is a murder machine with no feelings and his only pleasure is murder”

And I’m like “Dude ended up in this fucked up situation because he was disgraced after refusing to open fire on innocent civilians back on Earth, would rather sacrifice himself if it meant saving what’s left of humanity and had a pet bunny named Daisy”

I want to forget the world the way the world forgets about me. The way she goes on and on with or without my presence. I want to forget it all, as I slowly begin to fade away in time.
—  Lukas W. // To forget the world
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