Hi.

I don't have anywhere else to rant about this but I miss how my relationship was in the beginning when he couldn't keep his hands off of me and I'd send him cute nudes or photos of me bent over in a little skirt because now we literally live together and I could walk around naked or spread my legs for him and he'll be like... totally not bothered. And it's been this way for months. Maybe even a year? It's making me so depressed.

Nothing stays the same; things are forever changing, and time stops for nobody. Sometimes it's hard to accept that fact, so we cling to the past like our life depends on it, as though clinging onto it so much can stop inevitable change.

Another day comes around