Sleeplessness is getting progressively worse. I'm obsessing about my worth. Like a ring on my left hand will somehow prove that I'm a good person! It's fucking ludicrous. Logically I know I'm a moron but I can't help it. My mind keeps asking over and over - "what are you waiting for?" (cue Ellie Goulding).
I feel like my relationship has flat lined. We're not going anywhere. We're treading water. Covering the same ground month on month with no plans for forward projection. Static and gathering moss, I wait. And wait. And wait.
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