why is it do *** damn ******* hard to do what the **** it is that i know i need to do, to be happy.
the simple ness of it, pisses me the ********** off man.....
love, man. its a real emotion. the truest. easily mistaken as metaphoric poison when we feel negative about it. an incomparable feeling when we feel positive about it.
nothing else like it.
how do i know, that what i feel is actually love.
well, ive made it to be that... because. ive made no progress whatsoever from being heartbroken. not a single bit. nothing.
thinking about her. makes my feel nothing sometimes, others times my body responds very particularly which ive caught brings my best person out. i self destruct on every negative thought of her. i am filled with my purest form of anger when i recall what i call her betrayal. every different response from the simple thought of her can and will, without fail, produce identifiable , disastrously satisfying.
answering “how do i know its love what i feel” is itself a confirmation too. to think and accept and acknowledge this all as fact. is the lock on myself that. what i feel. is only for her.
very few woman bring the feeling that i get. very few. ive tried bull********* myself to debunk this all.
i cant :/
*** ******* damn man. it sucks loving yourself enough to not care for yourself because you know, no matter what, i got my back. but the love you give to the other person, is the exact amount, they see missing from you from yourself. its so *** damn ****** up. i want to cuddle so ******* bad and tell her she sucks and **** but shes legit 😠
lol agh
He broke me so, so much, and I called it love
Oh how the gods love to mess with me
Will I ever find love? Or will anxiety keep me from it
