rb to give your mutuals motivation to do the things they need to do <3
Happy birthday, Jason
Physical touch being your love language but having trust issues that prevent you from being comfortable with people touching you is a bitch. I don’t even wanna hug my friends most of the time 💀
Refocusing myself. I’ve been too distracted and I think that’s what all these feelings have been coming from. Time to make all the necessary changes. I’m not going to allow this to bother me. I know it’s gonna be like this for a while longer. But wallowing in it won’t bring back the person I was nor the relationship we had.
They’re both dead in my eyes🥀
Welp, officially accepting the fact that I have developed a disdain for the other gender thanks to past experiences.
As if I didn’t dislike people enough already. Wooooooohoooooooo
I love deeply. That’s why things still hurt even 2 years later… The pain just comes and goes. Nothing really triggers it, it’s just random bouts of sadness and grief now…
It hit me again, hard enough to where I had to hold back tears… All I can understand is that it’s a reminder of how far I am from being healed… There’s still so much pain inside of this heart🥀
If only you knew… I don’t think you’ll ever see this. And that’s fine… I’ve missed you since the day I closed the door behind me…
I love deeply. That’s why things still hurt even 2 years later… The pain just comes and goes. Nothing really triggers it, it’s just random bouts of sadness and grief now…
You can do two things with pain: Either let it fester and eat you up, or grow from it.
The choice is yours. It’s just a matter of how badly you want to be happy.
Ohuuu, saw a clip from the first night I met F. We seemed to have been getting along just fine, even looked good together 👀
As time goes on, I realize I haven’t fully healed yet. The wounds, while scarred over, still weigh heavily on my mind and heart. All I can do is think, “What’s next? Where do I go from here?”… Often times I don’t have an answer. What I do know, is that I have to continue working on myself, and stay away from anyone who wants me in that fashion. I’m not meant for relationships. Even in marriage where I was happily committed, things failed. I failed… I refuse to endure that level of emotional anguish ever again.
This epiphany hit me harder over the weekend. You crossed my mind. Stayed there even while I gazed upon the stage, the lights, the crowd, and my friends. All I could think about was you… For what felt like a moment, but I knew hours had passed, and whether or not, we should actually sit down and have that talk… Even if it goes nowhere. I think we both not only owe it to ourselves, but deserve to have that conversation we never gave a chance to happen.
Heh, a second chance? Now that’s something I haven’t thought of… Perhaps someday, we could talk about it.. and maybe, just maybe…. 🌹