I feel like I’ve lost control of my life, for the sake of a stupid thing called love, for a guy, let my sight get blurred, losing my sanity… and I hate it. But I know I will fall again like that, it’s how I’m wired.
I’m trying so hard to keep my crush out of the equation and plan out what I want to do if I do break up. I just hate the fact I let another guy show me who I could’ve been if I had taken that time to myself in between before chosing another bigger box the day I left my mom’s box.
I hate boxes.