There are too many reasons to be sad.
Too many introspective, overthought moments that cloud judgement and debilitate common sense.
Before you, I believed in love.
Held it in high regard.
Craved it and sought it with pure intent
Now, it's a ghost that haunts me and torments me in those moments when I long for my skin to feel your skin again
You told me that love doesn't exist
I should have believed you
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Kate McGovern
kate is a freelance writer, an ardent supporter of the tea break, and a part time procrastinator.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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