how did I get from that bliss of a Sunday to this.
I am sad. I felt like I've lost my beacon, my happy pill, my inspiration. Something's changed I can feel it on my bones and straight into my heart but somehow I think it's better this way. fuck it it's best this way. I am on the process of accepting that nothing's ever gonna happen ever anyway. it's not like I was ever given hope but not really that I wasn't given any hints and signs because he sort of did. And most of all the universe did conspire for us to meet in the most bizarre time/moments and 'tis not fair for that to happen and for this to occur (to me). I guess I am now in this moment were I am rationalizing things. I am at this point where I am accepting that the reality is facts outweigh whatever attraction that could have been there.
I am sad that I've lost that beacon of hope. I've lost the warmth.
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