I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
It’s hard for me to trust someone after what I’ve been through. I’ve trusted people easily before, & what happened? I’ve been disappointed, lied to, cheated on, played like a fool. & I just can’t seem to get over what other people have done to me. & I know it isn’t fair for you cause you haven’t done anything to me, but I have to be careful, I have to expect the worst, I have to shut you out sometimes, as much as I don’t want to, for my own good.
Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying