Thoughts

No matter how hard I try, no matter how many distractions I force myself to make, it just always comes back to him. It's incredibly miniscule, the 'problem' that I seem to face; but the hurt, it's not something to be taken lightly.

I never knew just how fast time passes by during graveyard hours. Now I know just how long I can get lost in my own thoughts, like how 1 am turns to 4 am, like how friends turns to strangers. And really, we'd never know the difference until it's gone.