Why is it so hard to accept it in my heart. In my head, I'm fully aware of the fact that I'll never be a part of their lives. And I'm okay with it.
But then shit happens and I see stuff and I just want to fucking disappear because I cannot see myself belonging anywhere with them and
It
Fucking
Hurts
"Not thinking about my chaos" is how I (try to) live. Here's where I come when I need to think about said chaos. Or, y'know, just air thoughts. Like laundry. I like doing laundry. Laundering my thoughts is what I'm aiming for here. Or am I? Because I don't care if my thoughts come out clean or not, I just need space to air them. Okay, Imma stop now. Bye.
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Move the fuck on goddammit.
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