The only therapy I know is distance and silence
It hurts me sometimes when I think about how I used to cry whole night and feel bitter for myself. those tears are created by an overthinker, who loves someone didn’t communicate and always gave silence as a torture, an answer towards me. How can this relationship work?
I was so stubborn, for thinking that he loved me, even just one little piece.
I craved his attention, his love.
I always second guessed my position in him.
The answer was clear. I just pretended to be blind.
I know, after all, I just fantasized his love.
I should prioritize myself. I should love me. I should focus on myself.
I should…but I always abandoned myself for him.
How stupid I am!















