A Mind In Ruins

If what they wanted was over there, they wouldn’t be looking over here.

I never had to fuck someone else to know I wanted you.

Was it worth it?

They were your comfort and your crisis at the same time. Your brain doesn't separate the person who made you feel safe from the person who broke you because they're the same person. So when you're at your lowest your instinct is to reach for the thing that used to make it stop. But they’re not the cure. They’re the wound.

Watching the person you love love someone else breaks you.

And I think a part of me has always loved you. Since the day we met.

There’s people that I love that generally didn’t give a fuck about me.

Enough to catch your eye, not enough for you to stay.

Dudes really be like, “I never loved you.” Then when you’re upset, they hit you with, “I thought you wanted me to communicate.” Sir… I wanted you to communicate your feelings, not casually hand me emotional trauma.

me to me: nobody cares about you

I regret caring so much about losing someone that was so okay with losing me.