How To Become Strangers With Your Ex
I became hyper-aware of everything: the time, the day of the week, the way that I looked, the faces of strangers passing by. You see, it had to be perfect.
I became hyper-aware of everything: the time, the day of the week, the way that I looked, the faces of strangers passing by. You see, it had to be perfect.
We use happiness as an excuse, a way of justifying our perpetual dissatisfaction with life in the middle-class first world and all the trivial struggles that come along with it.
This is their way of picking at that nasty emotional scab they left you with and prolonging the healing process.
Too often we see in our surroundings only that which compliments our way of life, searching for familiarity in the nooks and crannies of our daily environment.