I saw someone who looked like you last night. It was bizarre. He was probably a head shorter than you, & he had a little more scruff, but at first glance in a darkened bar, I thought, “he’s here… how did he know I’d be here tonight? How did he get here?” And my heart jumped.
But he was not you. And later when we chatted, I drunkenly admitted he reminded me of you. “The boy I loved but never met.”
How very sad.
Reading through a fanfic only to discover the author never finished it it comparable to making it through to December 23rd & waking up on February 1st & you missed Christmas & New Year’s because life’s a bitch & it sucks to be you.
Fuck yeah.
Love the body you have it’s beautiful!!
Recently I’ve begun to wonder if I have a hormone imbalance or something because I keep oscillating between happy/fun & moody/need/depressed. I feel like lately, every few days I’m cycling through my issues, my past hurts. My ex… My heartbreak… My fear… My anxiety…
I keep waiting for peace.
Where is my peace?
