Impression

Autumn 2019 Archive

I admit my impression of love is a little fucked

I admit I’ve hurt some people

Am I aloud to yell?  

Can I stomp my feet and tell everyone that HE HURT ME TOO?  

To be honest, 

it doesn’t matter. 

We’re all kind of trash in our own way.  

Some people recycle better than others. 

I’m trying to find ways to keep myself company and ways to stay in love with myself but I’m bored. 

Does this mean I am boring?  

What do I have to offer? 

Do I have anything left? 

...or have I let every man who has broken my heart break the things I’m also passionate about?

Fucking weak. 

You’re fucking weak. 

Admittance.  

Fall in love with yourself and the rest will follow. 

You know what makes you happy. 

You’re allowed to love different men for different reasons with out being in love... 

Let go of your self doubt and this suffocating judgement. Why do this to yourself? 

You’re trying too hard to fall in love with the idea of someone else. 

It feels good to be weird.  

Who were you before the world got its hands on you?