EDIT: this was supposed to post a while ago. it didn’t so here it is now
Last night I had another small breakdown. A moment of weakness.
And in the car goin home I played blame game (which I literally haven’t listened to in months). I don’t know that it was a bad idea. But a lot of thoughts rolled through my head. Mostly one thought. WHY?! Why am I stuck why can’t I shake it why after all this time ???? Knowing you don’t care (at least how I do). No other women shake the feelings. No matter the circumstance. I am in control of my life. And things are slowly lookin up. Except for this 1 piece. And it kills me. Fuckin tears into my soul. Progress is a slow process. And I ain’t got nuthin but time. I can’t possibly love you this much. But I do.
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