you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
i absolutely HATED this
Do you ever put on an outfit and then think “wow this would look so much nicer if I wasn’t such a fat piece of shit” because same
im gonna lose more weight and get tattooed and be super hot soon just you wait