you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
probably the worst part about being me is the lack of control i have over my emotions and the effect it has on other people
ill just explode but then once everything settles im back to my logical self and living that kind of chaos fucks you right up
im about to shit out a couple of personal posts for anyone who gives a shit (but mainly for my own sanity)