I want to listen to music so loud I forget the world even exists.
It’s an odd feeling having half a bed empty. I’ve gotten so used to another person lying beside me.
Ever so tired of being in limbo and sad.
I’m not okay and that’s okay to admit.
I miss the person you used to be. The person I could connect with so easily, have amazing conversations with and such ridiculous ones, the person who would see all sides of the story and not judge, wouldn’t doubt me and what I have to say, who helped shape my mind and be who I am today. I miss that person who was so easy to get along with, who I felt I’d known for a lifetime. Now I just don’t know you at all, I see no fragment of your being, none of what your soul used to make you, you. All I see is a fractured human who needs so much time to repair but has little time to do so.
I hope you get there. I really do.
It’s done and I have finally accepted that.
Would this stress and anxiety dearly fuck off.
You can fight and fight for something you truly want but sometimes you just get pushed too far and the easiest thing to do is let go.
I’m torn with the decision I have to make.