A year without rain

I spend my mondays wondering where did I go wrong. Tuesdays wishing that I could turn back time. Wednesdays hoping that you’ll come back to me. Thursdays realizing all the shits you’ve put me through. Fridays being mad and cursing you. Saturdays pretending that everythings okay & it’s time to move on. Sundays breaking down because it is IMPOSSIBLE to live without you. && Then, it’s monday all over again.