I know it’s me, it’s always me. I do this every time. I just expect and project disappointment.
My automatic response to anything is to be disappointed.
and so I am.
A part of me is justifying this and saying it’s happening because deep down it’s not right.
A part of me thinks I’m more afraid that it might be right, than I am running away from it because it’s wrong.
The me that will be ok no matter what thinks I’m overthinking and nothing of my feelings are real anyway.
How did I get here? Not even enough time has passed for me to care. Why do I dive so deep into anything I feel? why can’t I just have baby feelings first?
This is so dumb all of it and talking about it now, and ever having talked about it.
I’m over everything.
let the air out.
To Live Like This 