22nd of August, 2018

I locked myself up. My head was full of 'what if' and obviously, you. My phone has been ringing with yours and your band mates'. So I turned it off.

Why did you call me? To apologize? To explain or to break up? I fucking hate that word.

I didn't eat anything because I didn't have any appetite. It won't affect me that badly anyway. I'm used to it.

When the clock struck 3 in the evening, someone knocked on my door. I only looked at the small hole in the door and it turned out to be you.

You look worried? Guilty? I don't really know. But, what I know is that I didn't have the guts to face you.

So, I ignored it the whole day.

I love you but what you said really hurt me in any way possible.