I'm the one that just can't get over it. The one who just can't move on. I'm the one that lets dust collect on my pinned up hair while everybody says 'what a sad sight.' Maybe its stupid and selfish and pointless. Maybe only the strong ones move on and rebuild, and the weak are the ones trapped in time. But maybe I have to let myself stay trapped. To feel like somebody cares. To feel like somebody is guarding those memories. Tending to them, reliving them, remembering them, every day. To feel like somebody is protecting the person you used to be. Maybe I can't move on, because somebody has to keep that person alive. The person you used to be, who only exists now in memory. Just in case you ever want to come back and find that person, I want her to be polished and remembered and well cared for. And if you never come back for her. If she gets tired and dusty. She gets dusty with me. I refuse to move on, because of her. She earned it, she deserves it. There's always somebody who doesn't get to move on. And it's me.
Out of all the arguments, fights, conflicts or whatever the hell you can call it, I feel the worst tonight. It’s like something switched inside you and I can no longer recognise who you are. I have tried to be the best partner, to be understanding and kind because I get it, you’re in a rough patch. But is it fair for me to be treated like im an outsider? To be left alone in the dark worrying about you and not getting any updates? Fuck. You don’t even have the decency to reply to my text. It’s like im not even important for you. Like am I not even worthy of a few seconds of your life? When you read my text, did it ever crossed your mind to at least let me know you’re okay? Didn’t you ever think how scared or anxious I would feel? Instead, you deliberately opened my text and left me on read. I guess me caring too much is probably suffocating for you right? Because that’s what you made me feel. Like I suffocate you.
Truth is, I am unhappy. You make me unhappy. Im not an expert on romance but, this doesn’t feel like love anymore.
VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.
Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again