6/27/16
I picked a wrong day to come back.
Today marked the one year anniversary of Clydus’s death and I don’t know how I got through that.
ONTOP of that. My now ex for the third time. Decided to break up with me after we spent this long ass three day weekend together, claiming that he didn’t have any “romantic” feelings for me anymore…. Nigga seriously… This is the third time you’ve done this sit. THIRD FUCKING TIME.
And of course I was the idiot who let his guard down because “he loves me, it feels different this time.”
The fuck was I thinking.














