my favorite italian cafe. on the heated patio that is lit by twinkle lights. got girl dinner (espresso martini, cacio e pepe, parm truffle fries, caesar salad). party 4 u by charli xcx is playing. and the tears just started falling. what a magically sad movie-esque moment for me.
was gonna start using the TL as my diary but its already pathetic enough that ive been sitting on my living room floor sobbing over anyone that isnt my wife. only thing i have to say is the worst part abt being forgiving is when i cant justify forgiving u anymore for my own sake
almost got stung by a bee in the car and i'm really glad i didn't cause potentially having a near death experience in a month that i already hate is SO unnecessary
if i didnt hold it in and just let myself go stupid w every valid reason ive got just this past month, i wouldnt be able to type rn. bitches cant even spell crashout bc i actually HATE the crazy wired into me, one day ill let it rip & itll ruin everything so i bury it everyday
i always end up being told im too much or too emotional, but being so fr if some of yall had the baggage i carry for a single day your spine would fucking snap. the fact i even get out of bed everyday only to be knocked to the ground over & over would fold yall like a lawn chair
def love being blindsided abt what a shit job im doing at keeping it together & how it "affects the team" when ive lived in fight or flight for YEARS. being an adult sux no matter what but dont act like u wouldnt be jaded if shit never goes right & ur begging for an inch of slack
i have literally nothing left in the tank and the realization of that this morning made me have the crash out i had been desperately trying to avoid after my birthday, and i haven't even gotten to the full extent of the grief that october brings every year. i hate this month fr