Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that it doesn’t really make me feel that bad when everything turns “black” with someone I split with. I mean, I feel like crap for a while but i’m so used to people screwing me over that it’s not really a surprise. But when everything turns white...
I hate myself when that happens. Because that turns me naive, turns me stupid, my head makes me think they’re the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. And deep inside I know it’s not true, but I hate feeling so dependant. So needy.