Do you ever have that moment when you look back on something you did or didn’t do, or something, someone you let go of, and you think ‘wow I really fucked that up, I could have been so happy’? Yeah, feelin a whole lotta that right now.
Leaving you behind was like having my arm amputated. I know it was bruised and broken and fucked up beyond repair and it needed to go, but it was still my fucking arm. It was still you.
I hope you know this time’s for good.
Wouldn’t come back now even if I could.
I just do and say a whole lot of really fucking stupid things sometimes.
I am the worst fucking human.
And now it all makes sense. This is how it’s supposed to feel.