no strings attached
These last few days have been rough. I miss sharing the excitement of winter with someone and getting bundled up in our nicest gear. There are some days when my heart does truly feel like it’s in a million pieces; other days when I manage to pick up those shards and tell myself that I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m worth more than how I was treated and that I have a lot to offer someone. But my heart is fragile, taped together and slowly healing.
Side note- I think I’m growing bitter towards men. Sometimes I think men are only good for dinner and a hard fuck. And don’t stay here - go home to your own bed.









