as lonley as before, but now i feel like a whore.
ten times in a week.
thats ten times too many.
im still hurt.
im still lonely.
and no amount of fake love
can ever fill this emptiness that contains me.
no amount of me over her,
no matter how many times u look at me.
look at me like u want me.
this accumulating artificial empathy from others is like a chemical,
gets the job done, but ruins everything in its path.
and in this case, the path is me.
i am ruined.
again.
