Breathe: love, or lack there of

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Breathe:
Internal dialogue for thoughts to remember and consider
—mostly about love, or lack there of

When you are stressed and want to procrastinate, so you read old texts, and now you are stressed, depressed (obsessed), and still procrastinating

I love too easily. Especially if someone is emotionally unavailable.
It makes things awkward.
I make things awkward.

I fall hard, easily, and often; this leads to broken bones and a frequently broken heart

breathe
(Deep inhale)

By the time I feel comfortable with you I will basically already be in love. You can tell because I get weirder, talk more, and tell you random stories about stupid things.
I want you to know everything about me. I want to know everything about you. You will think I am crazy. You won’t be wrong. I am crazy.

At least it doesn’t count for now.

Explain please. I’m trying to understand, but it doesn’t come easily. Just dont leave me in this mess.

Stop overthinking.
breathe
Relax. Don’t be so needy

Sometimes a lie can help, but it’s usually just a band-aid fix. It’s easier to just rip it off rather than letting it linger.

Overkill, take it easy
It’s fine
breathe

And we wait, and we wonder; what will happen now

If they can’t see it then they’re the problem. Not you...
or maybe neither of you are the problem and that’s just how it is.

What’s wrong. Please just tell me?

You can do this. Just wait

Fucking fed up
It’s just a waste of time

I’d like to say you don’t have to tell me twice, but honesty you could tell me a thousand times and I’ll still never get it. It’s called denial; and it hurts.

Do you dream about making monsters?

breathe

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