Stupid

Its stupid to be sad. 

It’s stupid to write about that sadness. 

It’s stupid to post about that sadness. 

Am I digging the same hole for myself all over again, after spending the past few months climbing back out of it?

Of course I am. 

My life is a series of cycles. 

Nothing ever lasts. Good. Bad. It all fades. 

But it all fades back to this. 

Is it because I’m not pretty enough, or because I’m not stable enough? I need to know (no I don’t.) 

I know the answer. Men will do anything for hot girls, no matter how crazy she is. 

I really really really thought I was past this. 

I guess not. 

Everything around me is settling into love. 

I’m just here. 

The fact that this post isn’t longer is a good sign I guess. 

I guess I’ll burn my favorite bridge when I hit post anyway. 

I’ll post this and go ghost. I can start over in September. 

(Who am I fooling.)

I do promise to not write like this again. Unsubscribe if you want though. It’s your life.

And it’s stupid of me to promise something like that. Now I have nothing.