versed sandal
My dumb ||fucking|| brain doesn’t want to stop putting A in my imagination that involves relationships, I want it to stop.
The couple times I’ve held A’s hand when we were leaving work through the concourse has felt somewhat nice, my brain wants to think it’s feeling butterflies but my heart doesn’t feel anything. I can’t remember the last time I felt butterflies, maybe 7 years ago, starting to think I can’t physically feel butterflies anymore.
I ||fucking|| hate being single, I get so jealous seeing other couples being happy with each other.
The first few weeks we met on my first season working with A, we quickly became friends, and at one point i probably developed some feelings for her
But then was upset to find out she was already take.
I feel like I want to scream but I can’t.
The occasional time when A and her bf use “babe” in the chat it hurts a small bit.
Everyone just gives the same ||fucking|| advice
“There’s plenty of fish in the sea mememe”
Or “you need to love yourself before loving someone else blah blah blah”
I’m basically the shark in the sea, driving the fish away, and I never once said to myself that I like myself in my life let alone love.
The censors are swear words for those who don’t like them
And “A” is my best friend (A is not her initial)
This has been written over the course of a few day
south swift