bitches don't know shit

My eyes have felt heavier this week, they have definitely been glassier than they normally look. There’s a faint hint of sadness but I’ve been wearing my mask still so I can at least just make sure my eyes look dead and I don’t have to control the rest of my face.

I cried a lot this weekend but I don’t think it was about him. I think it’s just my general well being. It was nice to have someone to talk to every day, but the last few weeks got tiresome and didn’t actually feel like it meant anything. Which felt more draining then it should have.

It’s weird watching people treat me the same way my dad used to treat my mom. It makes me wonder if I’m going to end up breaking the generational trauma or if I have kids they are going to be just as fucked up as I am.

I know a lot of people that I used to talk to on here don’t use this website anymore but I miss it and I might use it for the time being while I’m trying to process the rest of this month.