Mad

Tonight I'm mad. Mad at you and mad at myself.

Mad at you because even after all those years, you still push me over and over again. Up untill the point where I become the worst version of myself.

Mad at myself because even after all those years, I still fall for it over and over again. Up untill the point where I am the worst version of myself.

And I keep regretting, reliving, reminding myself,, not even sur you care. And I'm even madder at myself for still caring that much. For still letting you influence my feelings that much. For letting you get to me.

Crying myself to sleep, over and over again.