controlled.

its like he knew..
knew what he was doing to me.
making me check my phone constantly.
even though i knew no text would be there.
nothing.
i just wanted something.
because if he texted me last..that would mean it was my go.
i could do 1 of 2 things.
either text him back, restarting the conversation.
or end it there.
i could either love myself or hate myself by doing either one of those things.
he was in my mind.
cutting wires and connecting different ones.
i was the first robot with feelings.