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I Got Lost in a Cemetery, You Won’t Believe What I Heard
If the dead could talk, what would they say?
It’s been a rough six years. My thoughts can shift from excitement, and hope, to morbid, and chaotic. The latter thoughts generally has to do with how much alcohol I consumed, and how well I am taking care of myself.
The problem is, it’s been teetering on more of the latter end as of late. I kind of forgot how to take care of myself, that’s if I ever did.
Another failed relationship, yet another lesson
It’s amazing what stories you tell yourself to make heartbreak easier, eh? I love the story I tell myself I actually learned something from past failed relationships. I often convince myself it’s ready to take another go at it with my new found wisdom, only to realize the wisdom I thought I had, didn’t exists.
It’s easy to feel like you are doing better, or better yet, believe your own delusion, then end up in the same dynamic of a relationship you left a few months, or years back.
