I keeping having reoccurring nightmares of being 14, awkward, lost and piss drunk on fourloko at the warped tour with “ohio is for lovers” playing.
I am the happiest I have been in so long and absolutely NO ONE except myself is to blame.
For the first time in ages I am not flirting or talking to anyone. I am doing things for myself.
I do not feel alone nor do I feel empty, I am so fucking happy.
I finally learned to love myself and survive completely on my own.
Fuck ever “needing” anyone or anything. Life is beautiful.
You’re a mess & I am a lot better off without you.
I’m making a pretty big life change & am moving from eastern Long Island to Bushwick Brooklyn this week.
It is for a change of pace