I’ll admit I’m still not over him, I’ll admit it’s been six months and that anyone in their right mind would say, “about damn time”. I’ll admit I haven’t been a very good daughter lately and that my parents deserve better. I’ll admit, sometimes I feel like I’ll need therapy, just to get past this phase. I wouldn’t say things are miserable in their truest sense, but I will admit that my head always seems to be delirious.
I can’t seem to be able to write what I have in mind, not because I’m afraid or unsure but because I just can’t put the words together in my head. And every time someone asks if I’m okay, it’s almost as though the world collapses on me and I’m speechless, I am okay, but I don’t find that to be the appropriate answer because it just doesn’t feel right. And when people ask if I just miss being a child…I don’t. I wouldn’t under any circumstances give anything to have my childhood back, it was a phase that I barely even remember, and this in no way means I didn’t have a childhood and was robbed off of it. I just don’t want it back.
And now what? Shaky hands, headache, heartache, inability to write, numbness? Yeah. Well.
Great! Just. Great.
Six months isn’t really that long. It’s okay to grieve the loss of a relationship no matter how long it takes. (HUGS)
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I just don’t want to end up missing out on things because of this. Thank you so much *hugs back!*
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That’s understandable (and you’re welcome)!
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