The internet has ruined stories.
We live through pictures now, glorified images of snapshot perfect dreams that in reality fall just like a smile after you turn away.
We escape through other people which ruins our abilities to escape inside ourselves, we desire what they have and it’s not…
you know. You’d think after all that shit that happened, you would at least tell me you are hanging out with your ex. Alone. Again. When I feel like that’s part of the reason it all happened before. But oh well. I’m just being over critical right? I’m just freaking out over nothing right? I have to just hide my feelings about it and be okay with it right? Right. Okay.