Bite

Repeat and repeat.

Next time, I will bite my tongue.

Next time, I will bite my tongue.

Next time, I will bite my tongue.

Realisation

The realisation: that his time with me is the execption rather than the rule.

The realisation: I am not what I think I am.

Eggs

In my mind, I was throwing eggs at the wall, but it wasn't nearly satisfying enough.

Places I Don't Want To Be

Places I don't want to be, but with people I want to be with.

Why did I go with him? To be closer to him?

I don't want to be closer. I just don't want to lose what I have.

I want him to understand me better. I want him to respect me a little more.

But he already does all those as well as he knows to. I can't ask any more.

Secretly, I want to lose him. I'm tired of fighting and compromising.

One day, he'll realise how much he needed me. Then he'll be sorry.

They'll all be sorry.

Lie

I lied earier, about there being no question.

I did believe it would happen. I just don't like to admit I had hope

Heart

"Let me call you sweetheart,
I'm in love with you!"

Will

"He's playing 'will-he, won't-he' like a cat plays with a turnip."

"I mean, he won't. Was there ever any question?"