I feel like the passage of time is deeply disturbing to me.
Like I can’t look fondly back on a single year and go “yeah that was a good year”
I’m just distraught at watching the leaves fall knowing another year goes by and I’m left deeply hurt and traumatized
“Out of fear of being abandoned, you choose to abandon yourself to make you appear more likable”
Okay ouch first of all, the hard read was NOT necessary today