(via granny-zeniba)
Good things about my 2021…
I survived.
I found happiness in who I am.
I am happy again.
I learned to love myself.
I discovered my favorite hobbies again.
Needing to release these feelings somewhere…
I mourn the loss of what we could have had.
-I see your face everyday and it hurts so fucking bad to hear about your perfect new life. But what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Pain only lasts for a little while.
I loved you.
-I would have done anything for you. Maybe that’s where I went wrong, falling head over heels for you. For declaring my love for someone who would never fully accept it. For believing you loved me too.
That one day has turned into everyday. He doesn’t matter anymore.
Smiles hide a lot. Anxiety hides where you can’t see it. Depression spreads like wildfire, disintegrating everything in its path. Loneliness is here to stay no matter what.
You are so wrong it isn’t even funny how wrong you are.
We don’t talk the same anymore. I miss who you use to be.
Why? What happened? Where did everything go wrong? Because I know for damn well it wasn’t my fault. It’s taken me awhile but I know now it wasn’t me. It was never my fault. So tell me what the fuck happened? I have so many questions and I want so many answers. But I doubt you’ll ever answer any of my questions.
Some days I wish we never met. I wish the pain I felt at hearing your name or seeing you smile at others never existed. I wish I could look at you and wonder who that stranger is.