Moving on, again.

There always comes a time when you know you have to move on. It’s when you get treated like shit, with no respects, and all the signs are pointing and flashing like a billboard telling you she’s just not into you. That time, unfortunately, has come. It’s hard. It hurts. Cause I kinda hoped something could have worked out. But I guess you found someone better. As for me, it’s time to run along, run alone. Sink into that deep abyss and never come out. Sigh. I feel like shit. F***