the sounds of bombs, finding out who your ex is going to prom with, fireworks and maybe even a word or name. Today started off with the trigger of finding out my ex boyfriend who I am still irretrievably in love with will be accompanying a jesus slut to MY PROM. I wish that stupid non impactful thoughts didn’t ruin my life and send me into spirals of depression near psychosis. I am dating someone who I think I love, but there are definitely feelings for my old boy. They were right when they said feelings don’t go away, and since I have had my bouts with drugs I think I am educated enough to describe my ex as a drug trip. I kept going back for a hit, every time he looks at me I feel a physical rush of hatred, disgust, passion, obsession. I’ll probably get over this one eventually.