the end is not near, it is goddamn here.
hurt, mad, depressed, enraged…i’ve gone through all the stages and finally reached the one that ends it all.
detachment.
learn to let go of people that don’t make any effort to be in your life. it might seem like it’s brave of you to hold on and try even harder, to fight for whatever it is was there, but it’s not. real life works differently.
that desperation, that fear of letting go is you not respecting yourself and these days i decided i need to respect myself more. can’t fight or wish for things if you are the only one doing it.
go on. move. shake this off.