I’ve spent all day in bed. Well most of it anyways.

I have people at home but yet I feel so lonely and empty...

So here I am, a pretty but empty lonely shell of a woman...

Good night



Haven’t heard from him in 3 weeks, this isn’t new or unusual, but every time we break contact I turn into a little bit of a mess. And I wonder why all over again.

I should not have someone that’s not mine take up so much space in my heart and mind. But he was the original occupant of said places and the one who opened the door To my true self