Shit fucking sucks. Fuck me. Fuck.
It’s starting to suck again. Nights are hard.
I miss him, but that feeling comes and goes. I dream about him, and that’s when I miss him more.
I’m single for the first time in two years. Funny how when you could just be picking up all of the pieces of yourself. Trying to make yourself the best version of you. You finally get there, only to be single and not be able to share your growth with the person you love. So, I’m single for the first time in two years and one of the best versions of myself that I could be right now. Yes, I still have wounds I need to heal and things I need to work on. But, knowing is half the battle right? So, I’m single for the first time in two years, the best version of myself that I could be right now – with upgrades to come, and I’ve never been most lost.