nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between “things will get better” and “i can’t handle this anymore.” it’s like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day
*picks up vicodin* he loves me
*picks up vicodin* he loves me not
*picks up vicodin* he loves me
*picks up vicodin* he loves me not
*picks up vicodin* he loves me
*picks up vicodin* he loves me not
*picks up vicodin* he loves me
*picks up vicodin* he loves me not