To Be Perfectly Honest

I am quite sick of this.

I hate waking up and wondering where you are.

I hate tapping my phone to see if there's anything else but my wallpaper.

I hate listening to songs that are telling me nothing.

Nothing about now, or the future, or where I'm going.

I hate going through the motions, the same cycles, the same feelings.

I hate all of this.

And to be even more honest, I will be glad to leave this all behind.

For now.