May 2013
3 posts
I know the past made everything as they are today, and that I should be thankful for it.
But I hate it.
Bringing up the past always make me feel all the hurt that has happened to me. All the heartache, all the time wasted. I just hate it.
What more if the topic f your significant other’s past comes up? That makes it a million times worse.
As much as possible, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s an area that I really don’t want to deal with. I have so much hate in this topic.
It makes me think about how things came to be. All the whats, the whens, the whos comes into mind. Then it makes you connect the whys, and the hows. IT’S A NEVER ENDING ROLLER COASTER RIDE OF TORTURE. See why I don’t want to deal with it?
It makes me MISERABLE.
And I don’t like being miserable.
P.P.S. Please, I don’t want to go through that, again. I don’t want to be a wreck.
My Instagram account keeps linking my posts to this other tumblr blog of mine. Visit it because I post on Instagram regularly. I miss Tumblr :p