I’ve come to realize how much of an asshole you really fucking are. I never meant shit to you nor do I think I’d ever want to.
it’s almost one a.m. here. i’m shaking from the temperature and how deceitful even the most trustworthy of people can be. my stomach is in knots, i’m facing reality, or maybe it was just the past, but the past can turn and become the present. let it go, amber. take a deep breath, breathe in, breathe out. you’ll be fine. anxiety, hormones, my mind, my body, everything feels like it’s against me. i feel like i’m in a glass box that’s sized too small, like a performer in a circus. wanting to get out, wanting to breathe. i’ll be fine, i promise, i will.