I can go days without missing you or even thinking about you but every once in a while a great big wave of hurt comes crashing into me and then suddenly I’m crying on my bedroom floor wondering what went wrong and asking the darkness that fills my room why I wasn’t enough for you.
do you still think of me sometime too? (please tell me you do)
tbh… can you believe that Hillary Clinton, one of the most qualified political candidates in american
history, lost to some idiot who thought being president would be ‘easier’ - when she knew exactly what it would entail and how to do the
Getting over you was a graveyard shift I was forced to take. Once the house was too quiet to distract me any longer, I would remember. I would cycle through my memories of you trying to file them correctly in my head. What was good? What was bad? The clock tick-tocked away the night as I tried to understand the hurt I was feeling and figure out whether or not you were as great as I thought you were. Sometimes there was no understanding, only heart palpitations and darkness I couldn’t see through. With every evening though, the fog in my mind would lift ever so slightly, and now it’s gone. Now, I place my focus where it really belongs - on myself.