Umm wow okay this was today
Why can I not just be happy. I get so close and then something ruins it. I try to convince myself I’m over it and then it hits me like a fucking train. Or I try to convince myself I can be happy without you and then I see you and I realize that I’m alone. For some reason bad timing or missed opportunities always follow me and its getting harder and harder to brush them off as life. I’ve always said c’est la vie but now when I try to say it all I can think is that life has a way of just teasing me and thinking I’m fine when I’m not.
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word