11:51pm — From a Public Shitter
Heath Houston
5523

Just to clarify, I’m not hung up on my former girlfriend, it’s.. and I hate to borrow a word normally connected to far far more serious issues, but it’s like a trigger or something.

I’ll be fine, great, Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder and everything, then something completely out of the blue tags in a part of me that is not in a rational head space, stuck living dead in the middle of the most painful moments and my psyche can’t separate what I should be feeling from what’s coming out of nowhere and it’s not like a memory, it’s the full on heartbreak all over again.

And it lingers :/

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