Tired. Tired of seeing the boy i’m in love with, with other girls. Tired. Tired of not being able to hug him, or hold his hand. Tired. Tired of not being able to talk to him like old times. Tired. Tired of looking around for him in a crowded room. Tired. Tired of missing every little bit and piece of him. Tired. Tired of him not being mine still. Tired. Tired of it all. Tired of missing him like hell, and knowing he’s not missing me too.
