Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I thought a million different thoughts in a span of a minute:
I thought that I was doing alright, that maybe I wasn't entirely happy,
But I was okay.
I thought that I was doing what needed to be done,
That I was becoming something I was proud to be.
I thought that I finally got it, whatever it really is,
But I didn't.

Because in that minute my voicemail picked up and these thoughts raced through my head, it all fell apart just as quickly when that damned automated voice said "new message from phone number *** *** **** received at 536 pm."

Don't tell me you miss me, even if it's true.
Don't tell me you love me, even if it's true.
I don't know how many times we can go in this circle.