I never wanted to be overly responsible. I felt sad, suffocated, like my light had dimmed. I don’t want to just exist to function. I need freedom, space, adventure, and a love that doesn’t make me lose my spark.
My last relationship was full of passion, fire, intensity, and chemistry, especially in the beginning. But in the end, I realised the truth: you can’t build a home with fire.
saying I lost someone good because you never cheated, then weaponising the fact that my exes did, is insane.
you’re wrong. the only person who never made me doubt their loyalty wasn’t even you.
crazy how my love; emotional, practical, mental and financial support was called bare minimum or “below average” when you couldn’t even wash your own dishes.
everything piles up, the dishes, the laundry, the litter, the bills.. too many distractions to be able to relax and just love. that’s the saddest part.