You'll always be my Konstantine

I want change, I crave it. I get bored so easily. That's why I'm always braced for the run, to try an escape that ever encroaching darkness that promises to hollow me out again. I hate when things remind me of the people who've left me behind. I hate when I still look at them and miss them. But the worst is when I miss people who still willingly call themselves mine.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night from the pain of missing a place I've never been. This is where the loneliness strikes.

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Tue Jan 24

If you say the words “That’s it, we’re done.”

It is a breakup, period.

I don’t care if my crying and driving to your house and us talking and you apparently freaking out and then you said, “I don’t want to be broken up with you.”

That doesn’t make it okay.

It doesn’t put me at ease over the breakup.