empty spaces

it's as if you don't give a fuck anymore. it's been about a month and a half and i still find myself thinking about you. you're always in my thoughts even when i'm about having fun. i wonder if you still care. i know you probably don't and i know i should move on. it's hard. yes, i'm having fun and my days are booked and sometimes i wish i can tell you whats going on. but i know i can't. it would hurt too much to pick at this wound and you probably would only listen out of politeness.