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piece of shit or not, i am doing the right thing. or at least, i think i am. i know that my eyes are puffy from crying, i ate entirely too much at my mom's (which is where i run when things get really shitty), and now i am just so tired. so so tired. tired of the bullshit, tired of feeling like i was unworthy, tired of never being enough. i was never enough. to her i will never be enough. so i am off to be enough for me. i am enough. i am more than enough. more. than. enough.
there is a knot at the base of my throat that won't go away. it just rises and falls with me breathing, threatening to break free and come up with the bile of sadness that may or not be eating me alive at this moment. melodramatic, yes, but what the hell. i'm 5 hours into a break up, a break up that came at the end of a 2 year relationship, more or less. i think i can afford myself some melodrama.
fuck all this. too bad it's sunday, or i would be so drunk right now.
there is a knot at the base of my throat that won't go away. it just rises and falls with me breathing, threatening to break free and come up with the bile of sadness that may or not be eating me alive at this moment. melodramatic, yes, but what the hell. i'm 5 hours into a break up, a break up that came at the end of a 2 year relationship, more or less. i think i can afford myself some melodrama.
fuck all this. too bad it's sunday, or i would be so drunk right now.