The thing about love and being heartbroken is you think you will never heal, that your heart will never stop breaking. But that’s just your mind playing games with you.
If you let yourself go through this fucking dump of feelings, and open yourself to others, you will find that all the things they disliked you for, someone else will love that about you.
I feel lost and like I’m slowly slipping into depression. Words can articulate how much I think you have hurt me, how much I have hurt this year. It feels like it has been a never-ending triage of hurt. The words you said to me, the ones left unsaid, and how much you didn’t value me enough.
They say forgiveness is divine but I don’t think I can get myself to forgive you.
Two of my siblings are over at my place and I realize that I like my own space a little too much. I have also gotten used to living alone and being comfortable, alone.
It is things like having to share my bed, living space, or even making meals for more than 2 persons. These are things I have to adjust to, each time. Then, there’s this weird thing where if I am around people, my body heat increases and I am suddenly all hot and bothered.
And why is the toilet seat always up or why are you drinking juice straight from the carton. 🥲
I hope I make it through these few days with them.
Sigh. I will be back. Xoxo
Arrived in a new city last night. I’m here for five days and I am excited for what’s to come.
All I want to do is nap and read my books, not be put under pressure to meet superficial goals.
expressing love by giving them the bigger half. learning about a topic they’re interested in so they have someone to discuss it with. listening to their music and making them playlists to connect with them. remembering the little details they mention in conversations. little actions that show so much love.
Hi! I am over stimulated by the internet and I am here to find a quiet place to sit still.
