The more I watch the show- the more I wonder what her reaction was to some of these scenes and the more I do is the more I hate myself for it. Is ever going to get better? because it feels like I’ve spent so much of my life working on this one thing- hating it, wanting it, craving, needing it not- needing it, but I haven’t. I haven’t spent my whole life wanting this. I can live without it. I’ve been happy without it until I’m alone… until my thoughts creep. I know she’s not looking and even if she was, she’d be too pissed off to answer and even if she’s not, we both know deep down that she shouldn’t- and that I shouldn’t be posting this.
And when I wake up in the morning, I’ll totally regret it. I’ll delete this between shoving clothes in my duffel bag and hate myself for even pressing post but at the end of the day, it’ll all round back up to this feeling.
Why can’t I know what’s best and stick to it?