Wearing his jumper to bed because I’m a sad pathetic person who needs to grow up.
Oh and I’m childish.
And ‘not normal’.
And crazy.
Oh and I’m childish.
And ‘not normal’.
And crazy.
I would give anything to rewind. To see him stare through my eyes and into my mind with an expression of passion and desire. I miss that. I miss feeling wanted and feeling like i had a place. I miss those loving stares so much. I’m always thinking what did i do to him to make him stop looking at me like that?
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Everything collapsed today. I feel like I’m dead. Or numb. Or just going to break down at any moment. But i know I’m good at holding it all in, and letting myself deal with things the only way i know how. But i know what being numb does to you. I know how it drags you down and fucks you up. But I’d rather not feel anything and face the consequences.