Come on, skinny love what happened here?

Oh how easy would this all be, to succumb to loneliness and run back into your arms. Almost been a year but yet why do I find it hard to be strong?

It's not like I've been unhappy but when it gets dark, my senses just amplify everything. Every single memory of comfort, physical touch, just floods my mind. It becomes a hellhole when I've nothing to focus on and my mind gives me 100 evil ideas.

I've thought about giving up.

I've thought about playing around.

I've thought about being easy to get.

But what's really tempting is to have flings with no strings attached.

Yes?

No?

Maybe.