Mope, Elope, Cope.

I think i'm growing used to the lifestyle of having no one to call, no one at all.

I'm getting firmiliar with my ceiling, the walls, your absence, your use of future tense.

(These words sound terrible read in lines, but i think thats how its supposed to be.)

I was too comfortable in your life, on your phone, seeing you everyday.

I don't want to be alone for more than minutes at a time, i need someone.

I never wanted this to happen.

I never thought i could become dependent on anything.

I've resorted to albums that distract me, pull me out of this place.

I've sunk to callousing my fingers learning their favorite songs by heart.

......seriously?