So, when I decided to start a blog I thought I'd make it real. I thought I would write down every event in gross detail and make you sit there and ingest it. But I have shocked myself to a point that I don't know if I can do that anymore. People I know can read this... cyber-space has access to my deepest darkest thoughts and now I a thinking that bearing my soul via the 'tintents isn't such a great thing. Let's just say its over.
Me and the boyfriend finally split.
...
So, I was thinking about ways in which I can deal with this...
Option one] Bottle up my emotions deep inside where I wont hurt anybody. Keep it happy, keep it light, keep it gay.
Option two] Cry myself to sleep every night and become an emotional wreck. Keep nothing bottled up and hold nothing back.
Neither are healthy options... but I was always an extreme kind of person.
Right now I feel this pleasant sort of numbness I never thought I'd want to feel.
The worst part for me is... it was never just sex.
It was connection a I don't find with many people.
It was this amazing feeling of being safe.
How many times can a heart be broken? Because it feels like it breaks every time he says the word 'friends'.
I officially hate that word.
That's all she wrote.
- Miss Bailey
Xx
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