the aftermath
it’s not easy trying to pick up the pieces and move on- yet again- with my life. finding out literally every single thing about your relationship was a lie or based on a lie is one of the most gut-wrenching feelings you can experience. living with someone and then finding out that you basically moved in the second another girl moved out, that he didn’t have any real feelings for you and used you as a place holder, and that you were never even special really sucks.
it’s hard to think about it, so i don’t. i read (david sheff’s beautiful boy, jodi picoult’s the tenth circle, and nic sheff’s memoir tweak so far), i watch shitty reality shows, i drink… a lot. but i know the only thing that will really help is time.
so hurry up time. i’m ready for this to be done with.
