I need a fucking plan!
I’m going to see someone in NYC who thinks I’m the bees knees while I mourn someone who vanished from my life. Not by accident but by intent.
Fall in love with me
Open your arms
Come closer my Darling
I’ll keep you warm
Hide in my heart
Bury your troubles in my pulse
Allow yourself to let go of the world
I will keep you safe
You are mine now, like a child
Uh oh, someone has left the window open
A chill and a breeze parade into our bed
Your side is now cold
Your love is now dead
You’ve left an imprint but no ties
I wake every moment
Only to realize
You are a magician of the mind and soul
You are not real
You are not honest
Only fearful and old
Lonely. Depressed. Feeling fat worthless and ugly. You were so good at keeping the demons bridled.
Getting my heart ripped out and puréed by two of my great loves in the last two months has left me angry, hollow, and hopeless. I now know how heartless bitches are created. It’s simply killing the sweet girl inside me that would jump and the net would appear.
After so many intimate moments, how could he just drop me? How could he just pretend I never existed? How can he carry on through his day and not feel a heart wrenching pain begging him to contact me? I’ve never felt more abandoned, insignificant, or simply invisible.
Never. Trust. Again.
Spending time with my Dad
Work out week has been going well.
Getting my car fixed.
Trips with SDs. Save yourself the disappointment. Splurge and go on a trip with your besties. Fake laughter will zap the fun and relaxation right out of a beautiful vacation.
I’m a dancer. Should I go for clip ins or expensive hair extensions?