Waiting for someone to message back who is very ambiguous in his intentions, tired of the games and want to just forget him, like eternal sunshine of spotless mind.
I wish I wasn't needy. Here's to strong, independent women. I don't know if he'll ever get back to me. And the waiting hurts. I'm obsessed, a typical pathetic cycle of hope and despair. But a part of me likes it, it fills empty days with SOMETHING.