when something you thought would last forever ends, it's hard to know what to think, or do. in my case, it involved a lot of crying, and hair pulling, and feeling like i had to rip my own skin off. but it's strange. i wasn't 100% sure why i was crying. i wasn't sad over the end, i understood why it ended, and i was okay with it. but i was still crying. i felt like i was going to die. i felt like everything was too hot, too close, too tight. it was killing me. but at the suggestion of my best friend, i went outside and walked around for a long time. wearing sunglasses to hide the redness of my eyes, of course. i never thought i was the kind of person to cry over an ending, but you never know until it happens.
for clarification, this is about a relationship.
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