you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
a woman letting you see her naked is her trusting you to the fucking core. don’t take it for granted. something like that may be minor to you but to her. its everything..
Everytime I thought about you, it upset me. I always felt sorry for myself, but lately everytime I think about you I feel sorry for you. You fucked up the best thing in your life, and I got rid of the most fucked up thing in mine.