like a kid coming down from a sugar high...
the initial relief of saying the words and getting it off my chest has now just about worn off.
I hate how I feel right now. I hate that my insides roil, boil and twist everytime I think about this.
I hate that people who were as in love as we were grow apart, grow different, grow complacent.
I hate not being able to trust ANY-FUCKING-THING.
...I still love the kid, my dogs, my cool jammies and the house (I'm about to sell), though.
^ (I also hate) my lame ass attempt at being positive.
2 comments:
Half-hearted positivity is still positivity. Sometimes we just gotta fake it till we make it, y'know?
I have to start reading these forwards instead of backwards. They'll make much more sense.
By the way, you're one of the most positive people I know. Don't be so hard on yourself.
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