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Monday. in Something New.

  • June 28, 2021, 9:42 p.m.
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What am I even doing here again? This is the longest I’ve stayed away this time… but as usual, back with some dumb shit that I’ve done to myself.

I’m exhausting. Mentally fucking exhausting. I worry myself with constant wonder about WHAT IF.. thoughts that aren’t even validated. Some that are. She’s a bitch. I trusted her. I spilled it all.... and she told. Could ruin my life as I know it, that one. THOSE ones. But I did it to myself. I should have never done it TO be able to tell it. Now I sit in constant fear that it will get out.

I started a new show today. Sex/Life… something like that. The resemblances are just too similar. I’m beginning to have a hard time watching. My every thought of just about every day is him. It’s been over a year since we spoke. What is wrong with me!?

I’ve picked up cigarettes again. Not surprising. I came here today to write it all out… but here I am at a loss for words. Eventually, everything will come to my fingertips to write. Just not today it seems.

Fin.

P.s.... do you recognize me? :)


Last updated June 28, 2021


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