i’m very drunk and i love my best friend to hell and back but i’m so relieved that i’m not genuinely in love with them. like there’s a difference. i love them but i’m not in love WITH them. you know what i’m saying? i was insecure (to the nth sdegree) with jemma but not with their current girlfriend.
lmao i’m so normal right now but my befwen is here and i feel loved and saved and heard and trusted and worthy again and everything is going to be alright (especially when doctor davies comes back).
i will survive. one day i will thrive and move past my trauma and feel good about myself and open my heart to being loved again. i will be okay and that is an order. no exceptions.
as my godmother deborah said, “if it’s not a good ending, it’s not over yet.”
