One thing I’m not doing again is helping a man build a fantasy with me just for him to wake up one day and choose somebody else. Then I’m left grieving the future we planned while he’s already selling it to the next person.
I’m so embarrassed by all the pathetic and desperate shit I’ve done in an attempt to feel loved, and I’m more embarrassed that nothing has ever worked.
going through a phase rn, i think i've finally came in terms w letting a lot of stuff go. including, feelings, ppl, fears, just everything. it's time for new beginnings, new chapters that brings happiness, love &' endless memories. it's time to move on w life.
not to be super depressing but i feel like if i kms ppl will be maybe shocked for a second & maybe grieve that someone died but no one would Actually be Sad im gone or miss me in the sense that i meant something to them or was a person worthy of missing or they were fond of