It’s been like 3 years since I’ve been a relationship and honestly I still get Fucked Up about it sometimes especially during this time of year. It’s just one of those things yknow
Like I kind of left it like…it doesn’t matter and none of it will matter and I’ll feel better eventually but the truth is…i haven’t stopped thinking about it since the day it happened. I walk around in public and I hope to God I don’t run into him and I pray that none of his friends see me because I feel so Disgusting in their eyes and I don’t even know what he fuck he told them back then when it Happened
And I just feel like ever since it happened I kind of just shut myself off completely and I literally can’t get myself to like people straight or even at all and its been so hard to trust and differentiate between romance and platonic and I pushed a lot of people out of my life because I guess I was trying to understand why the fuck he did it to me
And idk it’s old news and I should be over it but every now and then I get struck with the “why did you have to leave like that we could’ve lasted such a long time” but then I kind of have to keep telling myself that honey, he left and that was his decision and it’s not your fault and you gotta keep just moving on like this even if it fucking sucks
Are you happy now? Does it still haunt you? Do you ever wish the depression didn’t consume you do you ever wish we’d just survived against all odds?













