it just sucks because every judgmental eye, gossiped word, and hurtful gestures are all flooding back into my thoughts, telling me i’ve wasted 4 years believing in something that wasn’t meant to be.

what’s even worse is that i don’t even think i have the strength or courage to process this.

New chapters and new beginnings.

It’s been a wild 4 years and I have loved every moment with you. Best of luck, R. I will always cherish what we had.

Cheers to the next 6 months of hell.

i wish i had done everything on earth with you. it’s been a good run.