MIA
When is this going to stop?
I feel like this entire year has been nothing but bad luck stacked on top of bad decisions. Why would he do this to me? Why would he make me hate him, only to turn around and tell me the truth like that somehow fixes everything?
I feel like I’m about to lose my damn mind.
I was fine forgetting about him. I licked my wounds, moved out of his home, and then I quit. I made peace with believing he didn’t want me, and I survived that. But now my heart is reacting again, waking up like it never stopped caring at all—and I hate it.
Standing outside his building, a scream rips out of me before I can stop it. I don’t even try. People turn to stare. A man jumps at the sudden sound, but I don’t care.
I’m exhausted.
Tired of all these f*****g games.
With shaking
