Quarter life crisis.

You are now an entirely different person & speaking with you feels like pulling teeth. I will not try to be around if you don’t want me to be around. I don’t deserve to be crying like this. I’m angry. I drove to fucking New Mexico for you & while the experience was great. You really fucking hurt me, you blame it on your issues. I blame it on you. You’ve told yourself it’s valid to be selfish in your own pain. Well it’s fucking not, I beat myself up every time my own mental shit gets in the way or could even hurt anyone. I don’t like this version of you. It’s confusing & not cute. Sometimes I was so excited to see through all the plans we were making but wow. Sad but angry. I’ll stomp my feet for awhile, maybe even cry for awhile but. I am not trying anymore. Thank you for teaching me something new. I don’t have the patience to hurt.

You were good

27. This is how you love you.