WHY DO I DO THIS? WHY AM I LIKE THIS?
I’ve been alone a thousand times before but I’ve NEVER felt as lonely as I did watching his car drive out of sight.
COME BACK. HUG ME AGAIN PLEEEEEEASE!
What am I doing here? Why am I here? He can’t make it work up here so why am I even trying? I’m want to build a life with him, not apart from him! I want fucking pets. SHARED pets.
I ran away from failed friendships and a feeling of inadequacy among my peers – Not from him.
Fuck, man. I ditched my blog, I ditched my life, I ditched my ginger – NOOOO, NOT THE GINGER! Never the ginger.
I started a new life in a new city and it didn’t work out. I came up here. I grieved. I grew. I healed.
The fuck am I still doing up here?