don't you just love it when you start to miss your old friends again? don't you just love it when you start to think that they weren't the shitty friends, but that you were? don't you love when you blame the failed friendships on yourself? the hurt? the countless sleepless nights spent alone crying? the loneliness? don't you love when you spend hours stalking their socials, when you go down a rabbit hole and stalk them, their friends, their siblings, their siblings friends, who they follow, what music they listen to? don't you love how they weren't as different as you as you thought they were? don't you love how much prettier they are than you? don't you live when you realize they weren't as bad as you thought, and that you wan them back in your life? don't you love that you know that can never happen? don't you fucking hate yourself?
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
