another truth
I meet someone and I allow the thought of them consume me. I obsess over every move they make, every word they say. I fantasize about their life and the things I don’t know. I know I have not crossed their mind outside of our interaction. Yet, I still eat up every bit of attention I receive from them. I become so desperate I fixate on the information I know about them. Even though I do all of this they become a trigger. A trigger for my anxieties. I use them as an excuse to hurt myself. I use their obliviousness to justify my negative actions.












