me after every conversation: why the fuck did i say that

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me after every conversation: why the fuck did i say that
Whenever I talk to my mom’s uncle’s son, he yells at me for looking past his face and not making eye contact. I don’t like making eye contact; it makes me anxious.
it’s so cute when you talk to someone a lot and then you notice the little phrases that you use and the stupid little things you say slipping into their vocabulary more and more
It’s been 6 months. How long would it take to get over you? 7? 8? 9? I feel like I’ve wasted enough time. Would it be more days, months, years? The thought of that is enough to bring me to tears I want to turn off this the cloud of thoughts in my head And be genuinely happy again, instead I wish that my world did not revolve around you I wish I could say that tomorrow is another day; everything would be brand new
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when you listen to a song and you can remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when you first heard it but things are so different now
sometimes i forget how to spell a word so i change the whole sentence to avoid using it
You know you’re fucked when music doesn’t help anymore.
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you ever realize that the person you’re missing doesn’t know how you’ve changed? like, how I stopped wearing hoodies so often, or the way I put my hair up, or how I stopped putting effort into finite relationships, and you were the heartache that changed that for me. It’s an odd mixture of melancholy and relieving to know that the people we are in each others’ heads aren’t here on the planet, we’re somewhere else now.