angsty breakup post
⚪ April 2018 It's been a tough few days, weeks, months, year(s?) since I found you and started losing you before I even had you I've gotten sicker and heavier and heavier and heavier and most days I can't tell sadness and gravity apart I've let bottles of cheap alcohol and boxes of menthol cigarettes come and go before I could let you go let us go Let me go you bitch ⚪ February 2018 Do I miss you or the feelings? Fuzzy ones, warm ones, like my grey socks but not grey - actually, give me the grey I'd rather not feel anything at all than the deep and unrelenting sadness of being alive Figures, grey is your favorite color. ⚪ March 2018 Why do I keep coming back to you like a stuck anchor? You're still my only point of reference I know nothing else and I can't progress, like driving 8030 km with the handbrake on- I made it, but does anything work anymore? ⚪ January 2018 I'm still here in these grey sheets I bough