This is not the soda you're looking for.
We "officially" broke up- something, that if it had happened any time before a few weeks ago, would've been mutual. I didn't cry or anything, but I had a dream I was crying like a baby. Is that a subconscious cry type of thing?
The timing really is shit, and the lack of honesty is frustrating. Though why do I crave things like pinpointing details and reasons? The little that was even said is annoying enough, let alone exact events and moments (that I pretty much already know- I was there wasn't I?).
This at least confirms that the nagging little voice in my head is usually right. I typically blame it and myself for the end of relationships, but not this one.
Ultimately, physical life stays the same, I just lack the validation and affection that every asshole desires!
"The more the more the more you cool down..."
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