There are so many posts that sound like “my person.” But I know it can’t be. it doesn’t take away from how sad and anxious some of those posts make me feel. Reminds me of the heavy weight on my heart, how I can’t tell them the things I wish I could, but they made it clear they didn’t want me a while ago. seeing them happy is far more to me tho than the pain I feel. I love them. I’m glad they are still in my life. And this has been a nice space to breathe it all out, no matter how sad I’ve been
Even if you were all the way in you’d still be a liability. There‘d still be so many risks with you.
But the funniest part about this is that you aren’t in at all. I texted you, you shushed me basically. Sent me on my way.
I called you. You didn’t answer.
I added you. You didn’t add me back.
So pretty much I’m not obsessed with you. I’m obsessed with my own imagination and all the shit I imagine you could be. But aren’t. And never will be. And it’s my imagination. So I guess I’m just obsessed with myself.
I’m going back to pretending you don’t exist. I swear it’s like the universe throws signals that someone has almost completely moved on and in that exact moment, it throws a fuxking bone to make it seem like there’s hope. There’s no hope. Even if I had you I wouldn’t have you.
what is it about you that makes it so hard to let go ?
i’ve tried everything istg, but you’re still always there, in the back of my mind, haunting every millimeter of my life.
i still miss you. i still love you. even though i don’t want to.
She needs someone she can trust more than anything else right now and that's what I want to be.
todays national bf day, wheres my bf?
oh, right, my first one raped me then died.
the second one manipulated and played me.
the third one threatened to k.ll my family.
the fourth one gave up on me.
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I just want time to slow down. I’m getting old. I’m scared you won’t want me in your life.