When something sparks of a bad memory.
Summer ‘09 is flung around my friends as the best thing ever.
To me, it was the worst. No, I didn’t know half the people I adore now.
But after losing the guy I was in love with since I was 12, (haha shush)
I went on a silly path of oblivion I wish I never took.
I just want to leave the past behind.
It keeps getting dragged up:’(
This isn’t a thing like “oh I got dumped”
This isn’t me asking for any form of support, sympathy anything.
Just if I hadn’t of gone down this route, I’d be okay. It’s the reason my stomachs fucked. Reason I hate people. Why i won’t touch weed.
I hate his feeling I have right now.
Dear Brain.
Shut up. Let me sleep.
Want more ink.
I do miss going out & seeing people :/
I have a job now.
