Got married, I moved far away to be with him. We never ever should have stayed together or got married but we did, we were young. The ending was bad and he kept coming back into my life by phone or email for a long time. It finally stopped around 2011.
lost in thought, fiddling with my sleeve while the world demands i make a decision... sick of everyone looking at me like i ought to keep pretending im not scared.
IHdk if this is the right subreddit, please let me know if this post would find more engagement in a different one but anyway.ow do I enjoy my apartment again after it was broken into?