14,614 Days Alive
5 Homemade Soft Tacos Eaten
I am not doing too well tonight. Mac reached out via text and it made me cry. I don’t think we can repair our relationship or stay friends and that breaks my damn heart.
For all our flaws together, I am glad for the journey we went on for the first two years of our time together. I am grateful for the happy memories and experiences we had together. But I am so very sad that I had to end things, even if I know it was the right choice for both myself and for him. He needs growth just as much as I do.
I hope that we can both heal, that I can stop randomly crying when I want to tell him something that happened. I am so glad I made the jump, but fuck if some part of me doesn’t still hold him dear. Just because it ended doesn’t mean I get to just flip a switch and stop caring.
I have to find out what is going on with my insurance and get into a doctor and a new therapist as soon as possible.
I’m going to try to crochet or something.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 