Is it?? It doesn’t feel okay… It feels ridiculous and dramatic. Pity party, table for one.
It’s not fair the number of things that make me think of him in a day. Tumblr is a veritable mine field of images, prose and music… but it’s not like that isn’t happening away from the screen either. If I’m not on tumblr, I’m listening to music or making emo artwork, which is laughable. What am I 15? So I’m fucked either way, there hasn’t been an escape.
Stupid little things, something I hear, or see, or an interaction with someone that either makes me want to share it with him, or reminds me of something about him. These moments put my heart in a vice grip, and I’m caught, stuck in memories, playing back conversations, wondering what the fuck do I do with all these thoughts and emotions.
It’s infuriating and embarrassing because I know I am alone with these feelings. And I feel so much shame. I am stronger than this.
One foot in front of the other right?