Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.
I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.
It’s been a week and 2 days since I talked to Gus. A week and 2 days since I cut him out of my life. A week and 2 days since I burned that bridge forever. Still not sure how I feel about it. A weight has been lifted but there is still a void that yearns for him, for his touch, for his voice, his laugh. It’s so whack when you feel attached to someone but you know the relationship is unhealthy. It is getting easier. A lot of things make it easier. I guess its really only times like these, when I’m alone that I really notice the yearning at all anymore. I’ve realized I was infatuated with him, but in love with my perception of him. and that is no way to see someone at all. I’m confident this will become nothing but a distant stab in the deepest part of my mind. I’m good.