stray
i still have this hate for you.
its foundation laid in hate for myself.
for even liking. falling. sticking. allowing you constant presence in my life, in my mental, even when you deserted me, and havent spoken to me in weeks. kicked me out and put food outside once a week like a stray cat.
then proclaim yada.. . ill let you back in. i want to. but im not ready? *places food outside.
