She fell in love with you, your eyes, your hair, your fucking smile. But all you wanted to do was hurt her and you don’t know why. You don’t know why you decided to forget her real beauty, you don’t know why you left someone so forgiving and that’s what hurts her the most. Not because you cheated or kissed another woman, not because you slept in bed with her best friend. Sure those things hurt a lot, but what hurt her the most, what killed her inside was that she didn’t know why you left. Why you left when she forgave you or why she decided to sleep in the same bed you slept with her best friend in.
I’m taking a break from tumblr. Like I’m completely logging off and everything for a few days. Maybe longer.
Im having some bad mental health days and with that comes the idea that my art is the worst. I’m not improving as quickly as I’d like. I need to go back to traditional art for awhile, read some books, center myself. I am getting short tempered, stressed, and feeling like a really unpleasant person and I don’t want that to be who I am.
It also means, even though I just started it, I’m putting my ask blog on hold.
If you need to get in touch with me, I do have a twitter. I don’t post a lot on there and mostly follow funny twitter accounts and other art “blogs” but I do check it regularly. You can find me @Lozeyjones on twitter.
I’ll reblog this once more for the day crowd but as of now I’m taking a vacation away from this site. I can’t handle much anymore.
Again, my twitter is @lozeyjones
I also check deviantart frequently (every day) so you can find me there as just Lozey.
I’m sorry I’ll be absent for awhile, but I do think that to feel better about myself and my art, I need to get off of this website to cool down and rethink things.
I hope everyone else is doing fine, however. I’ll just be on for the next 24 hours so if you need to let me know anything, tell me now or I won’t be able to get back to you for some time.
Maybe if we met earlier you’d be with me instead of her– But that’s the thing, we didn’t meet earlier. Our paths crossed at the time they were supposed to. Everything happens for a reason. As much as I wish for things to turn out differently, it will never will. That’s life. You need to trust the universe’s timing.