twiinklex ❤

Bad decisions make good stories. And I always have a good story.

Do humans ever run out of tears

Some days I miss you more than other days.

And I don’t know what to do other than to try not think about you at all.

Right now, I feel like I’m just putting band-aid and band-aid over the wound that refuses to close up, burying it under layers of work and alcohol and feigned nonchalance. Pretending that the wound isn’t there and that you don’t exist.

But I know that once I rip all the band-aids off and allow myself to feel, the blood is going to come gushing out with the tears, and the pain back in full force. I can’t deal with that, I can’t allow myself to feel.

Does it make you happy to watch me bleed? No of course it doesn’t… because you don’t even care to begin with.

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