I realize how valuable time is & how I can never get it back, so I hope you understand why I get so frustrated when you waste mine like this.

Another “I miss you” post.

"Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person’s heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well."

Soon. Very soon. I owe it to myself.

As I was lying in my own bed, in this house I’ve lived in for the last 10 years, I thought to myself,

“I want to go home.” 

I guess that’s not here.

I was not made to fit into a cookie cutter. Stop trying to fix me.

I just really fucking miss you, okay?

How do you make something go away, when you’re not really sure how it got there?

You lack substance, & I think that’s the biggest turn off. Everything else could be ignored if you at least had some sliver of reason.

How much shit do we allow ourselves to take, before we start asking for things & become “selfish” or “clingy” or “overreacting?”

I hate missing you so damn much.

I write about you all the time, actually.

I am excited & anxious & happy & scared, & overall very, very blessed to finally be on the right path.

& as much as I want you to be here, to share this with you, as well as the things you are accomplishing, I will keep going. Because I know, eventually, we’ll be able to share our rewards together.

I am scared as hell. Which is why everything has been so hard for me lately, because despite that fact, I am facing everything head on. I am literally facing my fears, & I am so fucking scared. But I am not going to stop. Even with tears in my eyes, I am ready.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, I was trying to see if anyone cared if I tried to kill myself.”