I punched him square in the face so hard that his nose bled. And in the flurry of emotions and reflexes, I immediately blurted out, “I’m sorry!”
I wonder if rejection really does feel better than regret. I’ve told myself that enough times that I have no choice but to believe it.
Maybe it’s this unknown that keeps us all pushing forward. These heart-palpitations that keep me up at night are actually just here to remind me I’m alive.
In an idyllic world of complete emotion control, this might be sound advice. But truth be told, I’m still trying to find out how to do that. It doesn’t matter how often I tell myself nobody has the power to make me feel a certain way, except me.
Having Sex With Someone I Didn’t Love
Trauma came barreling into my world without a single warning. She was different from Depression.
I’m done justifying why you left. Done playing Russian Roulette with our memories. Like maybe if I had been the one to pull the trigger, I could have walked away with some dignity.
When you are left for someone else, count all the cracks in your ceiling.
To the next person who falls in love with me: Don’t.
I liked what I liked, and didn’t like what I didn’t like. Simple.