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stubbing my pinkie so hard that it bruises was NOT on my bingo card as a 26yr old.

Also the introduction to MIGRAINES was not fun either.

massive

UGH sometimes you just feel like shrek with his ears down.

don’t be surprised that about the scorched flame that drew when lighting the bridge.

and to think, a full turn around this sun and you still don’t change lmao.

I chose to not follow the similar actions that caused me demise in the first place.

I chose to learn from my mistakes and hope that one day they align in the future.

I chose to not be the same person I was two years ago.

I chose to see that even if the taste of freedom is at its grasp, it’s not worth a lifetime of reminders of all the things one has a hard time letting go of good for what’s right— but what even is right? If what good is not enough then what’s all this about.

I don’t want to keep searching for more — I want to create more with what I have — with what’s good and right.

May it only get better from here.

Oh what it’s to be like to come home and have a conversation about what goes on at work and be okay and still enjoy the afternoon and laugh and just be okay. What’s it’s like.

I think I could sit here ridden with hatred and anger but i don’t want to look at you and see that anymore. I know I shouldn’t look at you but I miss my friend, more importantly I miss being a friend.— but never confuse that with “I miss who I was when I was with you”, as I’m sure you’re happier being who you are now rather dwelling on the reminisce of what once was but I miss my friend.

If you’re reading this, you shouldn’t be reading this.

You need to stop.

You need to fight the urge, the urge can’t win.

You are stronger than the urge.

I am the villain in so many stories.

I hate it here.

It’s not even amorous — its a form of intimacy that you crave.

I’m afraid I’ll never get over it. I’m afraid I’ll be consumed by what I yearn for—and yet it will never be enough.