Well. I found my religion while I was away...
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ก๐๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ซ
He scared me. I loved him. I left him. I missed him, despair. His feelings of disgust. I thought he was my big love story. I was wrong. Thank god, i was wrong.
Then I met him, a fresh start, a new lover. Love, another kind of love. One that hurt in a different way. I love you still in my own way. There is always a seat at my table for old friends. I think of him only with love, we shared hearts and bed only for a year, thank you for showing me how to be loved differently.
I am lost. Angry, confused.
She was sick, sicker. Dying, dead. She started to rot before my eyes, rotted while her heart still moved beneath her skin. Laboured breaths and bedsores.
I hated her, I was wrong to. I loved her, i love her still. I always will.
I will never forgive myself for what i did to you. Please dont hate me if we ever meet again.
I wish she lived to meet my soulsister. She is the sweetest, unconditional love. You are my happiness, the purest joy.
Thank you to the project Ethel Cain, and all my loved ones for getting my through this year












