I hate this sinking, aching pain in my chest whenever I think about him. I wish to be free of this pain and this longing and just forget it all. I’m so sad and conflicted and unwilling to admit the probably glaringly obvious truth.
I hate this sinking, aching pain in my chest whenever I think about him. I wish to be free of this pain and this longing and just forget it all. I’m so sad and conflicted and unwilling to admit the probably glaringly obvious truth.
Forgetting is the hardest part.
Richard Brautigan, The Abortion (via fabulousbitch69)
(Source: theunquotables, via burn-desires)