there’s something on my bed i know i should throw away. its the bear. Even though I snuggle with it every single night, I don’t feel the same as before, but i still can’t sleep without it. something keeps me holding onto it. marshall. I guess it’s just because I do love him. alot. but he’s not coming back. I have to get that threw my head. he’s not fucking coming back. and I keep telling myself oh he’ll be back. he won’t leave you. but no, he’s not, it’s over.

I’ve gone to bigger heights and by wanting him back so badly is like starting at the bottom of the cliff. I don’t want to go through all the rough climbing to get back here. in the same position, but is it worth it?