You were happy as you could possibly be when we broke up. Partying. While I cried in my bed for days. Didn’t eat for five days. Didn’t leave my room for days. Wondering why I wasn’t good enough. And it’s because you believed I cheated on you. The worst part? ttr told me, not you.
This just made a lot of things make sense. No wonder the break up was so out of the blue, someone says some shit about me, and you choose to believe it.
Why do I care so much about other people, and helping them with their problems. Yet when it comes to my own problems, I pretend like they don’t exist. Self-destructive?
I hope all of you in the lgbtq+ community had an amazing pride month!!!! 🏳️🌈 you all deserve to be celebrated every single day!! not just one month!! love you all ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤