I’m beginning to think I may be an insane masochist. Why would anyone allow themselves to fall into a relationship that is hurtling towards its inevitable death? Everything about us is anomaly.
But I think I understand how a drowning man can feel that his thirst is being quenched by the ocean.
I’m sorry for crying about you leaving.
I’m sorry for letting you blame it on the wine.
I’m sorry for being scared and sad a lot.
I have to embrace the love and the memories that are to come before august and thank the stars for aligning for us even if there is an end date.
Ahh no it’s sort of a sick joke with myself. I eat a normal amount but my history with eating disorder almost constantly gnaws at me telling me to eat less. I am healthy, though.