It’ll never go away but it’s getting easier to manage. Maybe if I tell myself that in order for her to be successful I needed to give mine up…like there could only be one or some shit.

The universe did me dirty this time around…damn.

If being stuck in my head has taught me anything it’s that I’ve been through too much to give a shit about your materialistic ideals & shitty values. And that my fuckups are mine alone to learn from, the last thing I need in my life is some judgmental prick who thinks they know what I’m going through or knows what I need to hear next. 

My life is being rearranged again, this time by choice. 

You do you, I’ll be just fine.