Angel of Spades
barely keeping it together
- May 23, 2023
- 84
This won't be as put-together as I'd like it to be, despite the fact that I try so hard to maintain some semblance of being okay. I only write like this because it makes me feel like maybe I am in control, and maybe I do know what I'm doing, but I really don't.
I just can't talk to anyone about the shit I'm going through, and the one person that I could talk to who would understand is the whole reason behind my troubles. One of my friends, she won't talk to me anymore, and I just wish she'd at least tell me to fuck off or tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. She won't. I tried to get my closure myself, and I convinced myself it worked, and then I had two dreams about her in a single week and it undid everything I thought I had already moved on from.
Just feels like shit, honestly, not being able to let go. Sometimes I wish we'd never met, because I went through too much to go out with a whimper. At least if she made me lose her, it could have been horrible and terrible and Loud. But it was silent. She just... left.
Wish I could verbalize things better right now, but I feel absolutely horrible and I don't even have people to talk to about my problems. This is really just my last resort, I just don't know how I'm supposed to be alive when I can barely function without always thinking about this. About her. It sucks and I hate it, but it is what it is. Can't go back in time and change it now, as much as I'd like to.
I just can't talk to anyone about the shit I'm going through, and the one person that I could talk to who would understand is the whole reason behind my troubles. One of my friends, she won't talk to me anymore, and I just wish she'd at least tell me to fuck off or tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. She won't. I tried to get my closure myself, and I convinced myself it worked, and then I had two dreams about her in a single week and it undid everything I thought I had already moved on from.
Just feels like shit, honestly, not being able to let go. Sometimes I wish we'd never met, because I went through too much to go out with a whimper. At least if she made me lose her, it could have been horrible and terrible and Loud. But it was silent. She just... left.
Wish I could verbalize things better right now, but I feel absolutely horrible and I don't even have people to talk to about my problems. This is really just my last resort, I just don't know how I'm supposed to be alive when I can barely function without always thinking about this. About her. It sucks and I hate it, but it is what it is. Can't go back in time and change it now, as much as I'd like to.