that really depressing moment when he doesn't respond to the text you've been contemplating sending for days on end and were too scared to do so because you didn't know what would happen but what the hell, you just had to take that risk and you end up regretting it because his lack of response was the confirmation that he doesn't give a fuck about you...

why do i take these stupid chances and get my heart broken into a bunch of little pieces for nothing?

i spend my present living in the past so there's no time left for the future.