take me anywhere

it’s a crying in the toilet at work kind of week. and it’s literally tuesday.

outwardly looking like i’ve really got my life together but in reality my bedroom has become a tip again and I can’t eat a full meal

putting myself on house arrest now because I don’t know how to behave and be normal on the weekends

ran for 150 days in a row. genuinely never had any intentions of this whatsoever but here I am

left feeling very confused, not very happy with it tbh. like i’m not over it still, I am so heartbroken it’s like day 1 again and I don’t think I will ever be able to move on because I just wanted it so much and felt so secure and had the rug completely pulled out from under me. and i’ve been doing so well but ultimately I just can’t bare it because it hurts so much and it just won’t leave my mind it’s agony being locked out the way I have been.