has anyone ever been in a toxic relationship, but it never mattered because you loved them?
and then one day, after a typical argument between you two, you just feel different?
maybe you have the ‘we’re breaking up, take all your ■■■■ and go’ (even though the millions of times before, it never lasted)
so you take all your ■■■■, and you leave.
and one day, you just never went back. he’s sending you messages, a week after it happened, expecting you to cave just like any other time, and you don’t.
it doesn’t even feel that hard. it’s been about a week and a half, i cried last night. i told him no when he asked me to come over. i haven’t cried much before then. i just feel different. i don’t wanna talk to him really. and when i do, i just feel annoyed.
a lot of weird emotions are running through me. last night i had a lot of motivation to start something and i got very far into it. i plan to finish tonight.
sometimes i hear things. voices? eh. no conversation and no full sentences. i hear noises and phrases or words. that’s about it. not often.
reading my mind? still i have crazy things happen that just make no sense. people ask me about my thoughts and i hate it.
the other day, an old friend texted me. yesterday it was actually. i hadn’t talked to her for a while. well not even 5 minutes later after she texted me. mom asked me about her. out of no where. like yeah ok.
couple weeks back when i was still with matts i was singing some britney spears song ‘oh baby baby, how was i supppsed to know that something wasn’t right yeah?’ (i don’t even listen to that kind of music, not sure why it was in my head.) i was in the other room and matt was in his brothers. in my head i’m singing this and out of nowhere i hear matt say ‘oh baby baby!’ and it scared me.
i get kind of paranoid at work. depends whose in the store but some people just SCARE me i sometimes feel like people were sent in to check up on me. i know it’s crazy, because i’m not that important. right?..
i work at a truck stop so we have cabins and a motel and rv parking and stuff and one of the guy who lives in the cabins half ass works for us, and i think he’s sz. i’m not sure. he talks real slow and is dirty. sometimes he walks around with pee stained pants. i feel bad for him. i think i might get him something for christmas. he’s such a huge sweetheart.
sorry for my on and on rambling. it’s all really pointless. if you read it all kudos
and i made a car payment