So I’m wide awake whilst my boyfriend is pretty much sleeping on top of me.
Move the fuck over to your side bitch!
I am so unbelievably exhausted and drained.
It’s my birthday tomorrow and you won’t be with me to help celebrate it. This will feel weird.
- Andrew: This is going to end badly. Someone's going to get hit in the face with a dick.
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.