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butyourewrongthe boy i like is in a talking stage, why does this always happen to me? my chest aches. i don’t even want to face him tomorrow. this is so embarrassing.
history repeats itself, it always does. i wish there was something i could do to break out of this cycle. this cycle of liking then hating then liking again till my heart hurts. is there some lesson to be taught? what am i supposed to be learning? i’m always one to say everything happens for a reason, but why does this keep happening to me? what am i doing wrong?
it feels like someone plucked out my ribs one by one and keeps stepping on them, and i have to keep watching and allowing for it to happen over and over again. this is my 5th rib. how long until there are no more ribs to pluck and there’s just my vitals? who will step on those? only time will tell really.
xo
history repeats itself, it always does. i wish there was something i could do to break out of this cycle. this cycle of liking then hating then liking again till my heart hurts. is there some lesson to be taught? what am i supposed to be learning? i’m always one to say everything happens for a reason, but why does this keep happening to me? what am i doing wrong?
it feels like someone plucked out my ribs one by one and keeps stepping on them, and i have to keep watching and allowing for it to happen over and over again. this is my 5th rib. how long until there are no more ribs to pluck and there’s just my vitals? who will step on those? only time will tell really.
xo
