truth is so different from what we expected it to be… pain is different, healing is different, relief is different from what our mind expects it to be… but its real and its worth it. I guess.
Be careful. Sometimes pain can trick you into believing it’s romantic. It’s not.
Sometimes it’s almost sickly enjoyable to lie awake in bed at night and miss them. To want them. To wish nothing more than to be lying next to them, or murmuring quietly on the phone with them until four in the morning.
Because that’s so much better than feeling nothing.
It doesn’t feel good, but it feels better than waking up and going to work and coming home and eating pizza and watching tv and going to bed just to start it all over the next day, the whole time feeling like a zombie who is experiencing life while half-asleep.
Sometimes we’re addicted to drama. Not because we’re dramatic or immature or vapid. Rather, we want so badly to feel alive, even in a bad way, that we’ll cling desperately to something, anything, that makes…
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