I miss feeling like there was someone in my corner, cheering for me and taking on the world with me. Someone who wanted to spend lazy Sundays with me and date nights downtown. Someone who wanted to share his life with me and share in mine.
Depression and anxiety. Two words, two concepts, two illnesses that affect thousands of people on a daily basis.
I don’t resent you. I don’t regret the time we spent together.
I’m not writing to accuse you of hurting me. I am just trying to inform you of your actions and how they have affected my life.
So besides all the downsides of being gay, it is extremely liberating to finally be able to be true to myself and let myself love whomever I want to love.
If you are in a relationship where he doesn’t want his recent ex-girlfriend to know about your existence, leave.
My enemy is myself.
I wish you knew that if it were possible, and if it were how it was supposed to be, I would keep you.
Certain songs, movies, places will always be tainted now.
I bond with those who talk about their mental health struggles, who don’t act like robots or carbon cut outs of what a person should be. But most importantly, those who wear their hearts on their sleeves.