so, falling in love? the greatest thing in the world. makes u feel invencible like you could swallow the entire world raw and nobody could stop you. You’d like to think you could go on and on forever talking about love but its been so long you dont even remember anymore

getting your heart broken? well that is something. at first you feel like its the end of the world. And you know what? it kinda is. not in the “im going to die because of this” way, but instead, its like you wake up from the haze and reality hits you in the chest so damn hard it takes your breath away. it is raw and the most painful thing in the world, to think the person you trusted and loved more than anyone just betrayed your trust and stabbed you in the back. its not that they’re unfaithful the thing that hurts, not entirely, but rather that they knew it would hurt you, and they did it all the same. and then lied about it. And you know damn well that once you start telling lies you can never stop and now you’re like a snowball tumbling down getting bigger as the moments pass by, but its all gonna come crashing down inevitably. its losing the trust you had put in that person and now you cant even believe your etes because nothing seems true anymore. Is the sky really blue? The grass green? Or am i just blind to the truth?

trying to work things out means forgiveness and apologies and forgetting and getting over. it truly means turning the page around, period. there’s no other way, you can’t bend this to work like you’d like. Because that’s when things get ugly. And i mean really fucking ugly and you feel like you’ve lost yourself because suddenly you’re acting like you’ve never have before, like you said you never would. And its new and terrifying and so bad and ugly you’re scared you’re stepping into the darkest version of you and you don’t even recognize yourself.

you start asking yourself questions, like what have they done to me? but also what have i allowed people to turn me into? and also why? Mostly why. And you can’t wrap your head around this, because life was like a bliss and you felt divine but now you feel like someone’s attached an anchor to your ankle and thrown you to the deepest ocean and youre sinking and drowning and struggling, and you know life changes fast but why did it have to change to this? did i really deserve it?

but you didn’t deserve it. The betrayal and feeling like dying and the depression and that one time when you first stepped outside your house in the aftermath, after weeks of being in bed and not sleeping at all barely eating and crying yourself to sleep, and you couldn’t keep the tears from falling or the sobs from coming out your mouth because you were overwhelmed. You didnt deserve it, and you werent responsable for that either. None of it was your fault, and maybe the guilt of “what if i had done anything different?” will leave your body someday.

But it was them. They’re the ones that screwed you over and then claimed to love you. You can understand now, though, that they’re humans because we all are and we all make mistakes. But you can’t forgive, him treating you like a fool and lying and going behind your back. You’ve never forgotten nor forgiven. And you had to get back at him didn’t you? Had to have your revenge.

But he didn’t deserve it either and that eats you up but you wont do anything about it because its not your place to do so. Because you’ll try to justify yourself but you were in the wrong. Tried to convince yourself you were over and done, could fall in love again, and he wasnt a rebound. Nope, not all. He was the real thing. But you know now you were lying to yourself back then. He was convenient. And willing. And you kinda liked but you know he liked you a lot so you took advantage. I know its no fair putting it in those words, its not like you were conscious about what you were doing, so far down in denial, but its what you did anyway and now you have to own up to it. Now youve hurt a lot of people and yourself too, some didnt deserve it and some did, just because you tried to cover up your feelings. How did that work out for you, baby girl?

Getting back with an ex is a big no-no, you’ve learnt your lesson or you’re starting to, trying to, wanting to. Because the shit thats in the past should fucking stay in the past. Its there for a reason anyway, digging it up will amount to nothing eventually. And im talking about feelings and emotions and situations and friendships and lovers. The whole deal. Whats dead should say well, dead. It died right? And trying to bring it back to life will make it morph into something new. But if youre lucky, like really fucking lucky, the new thing will be good and bright and beautiful. But if youre like me? Luck has never been on our side. And now the zombie will try to please you and you’ll try to please him too until you find yourself reaching for the shotgun and pointing it right to them while they’re coming for you.

Because the new is gonna be so exciting at first, like you’ve been missing out on life all the time you’ve been away from them like you finally can breath. But then the spell is over and reality hits you and guess what? It’s ugly, obviously. It always was but you just didnt wanna see it but now the curtain is up and the blindfold is gone and you have to go and confront yourself and tell yourself the truth.

It’ll be ages till you listen though. Denial, again. I kinda feel like that’s become our thing. And nasty little habit, that is. And even when you finally start to listen, you will withdraw again. Reach out for the cover again. Because the truth is ugly and painful and you dont want that. You dont want to believe your fairytale love doesnt get happy ending, probably never will. And it will come crashing down and burning, like it has in the past, like you’ve so desperately tried to avoid. No one wants to face that

But life is what it is whether you like it or not and avoiding the inevitable will only make things harder and thats right - uglier. But maybe if you could hold on into that last bright thing… maybe you could fix it all. But you know you can’t.

Too much shit has happened now. You’ve got baggage now. Not that you didn’t have it before from your insecurities and years of teenage depression but it wasnt like this. Never like this. Back then you didn’t like your self but you trusted your convictions and rules and now that you’ve done all the shit you said you wouldn’t, who are you now? What do you believe in anymore? Do you believe in anything? Now you second guess.

You would have jumped had he asked. Would have done anything for him, and it sounds pretty but it isn’t and you’ve lost yourself so damn deep you’re never finding that again so it would be better to rebuild from scratch, right? But now you’re longing and nostalgic for who you were, and what it was and how you felt. Like walking on clouds.

But then it hits you and you feel like you can’t even breath: you don’t feel like that anymore. And even if you want to turn your head away from this you can’t. And now you have to do something. You owe it to yourself, after all. Can’t waste more of her heart and time.

And it’s a slow path. Bunch of rocks in the way. It’s hard to walk and you keep turning back but keep walking forward because it’s the only thing to do, even if you want to go back, and you want, but you cant. Hoping that you wont. Even if it hurts. For you.

And here we are at the end of things. The end of the world. The world you built for yourself and him that no longer will be and everything will die with it, the inside jokes and knowing each other and the old memories and the new memories and everything in between. Breaking up, if it was true love, will feel like dying because parts of you will (the ones you were with him and the ones he takes with you) and will feel like the world is shattering around you because it is.

Falling out of love? Not as fun as falling in. But you learn more. Lose a lot more than just people, but you lose perspective on the beauty of life and of love. Especially love. You become bitter and cynical. You desperately want to view life bright again because now it feels as if someone dimmed the lights. And at the same time you want to embrace the new thoughts. Arent sure which one is the bad and which the good, or if there is a good or bad at all, and now you’re confused and conflicted.

It takes time. I’m still trying to figure out.