The biggest decision of each day is whether to keep blogging or go to bed and the first one usually wins whoops.
You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
You keep fighting yourself to be with someone who’s not fighting anything to be with you.
& yourself keeps telling you to let go.
It’s fucking torture and you should have never got involved from the start.