Aug 26, 2020
Everytime you take ages to reply or don’t get in touch with me recently, this thought appears. This obnoxious heavy thought. This compulsive loud thought. This, maybe, unreasonable thought that is so hard to fight. So hard to silence. So hard to ignore. So hard not to believe it. So hard to get rid of it. She never leaves, she lingers, she hides and waits, she’s omnipresent. Maybe she’s not real, this thought, though she might be, as well as the new girl this thought is all about.
Me thinking of you meeting someone & the gut wrenching art of being bothered by it || late August 2020