You’re coming home.
I wish that you going away means that you would stay there.
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
I just wish you’d find someone else already
There’s been this weird shift in my head. It used to be that I wanted you. But now I don’t know. I’m happy that you exist. But I don’t know if you should be in my life. I don’t know if it matters to me. I’m so glad that there’s someone out there who understands me in such a complex way. But I feel like there’s more beyond that, in all ways. And I’m not sorry this time. I deserve better than how you treat me.
But now there’s this limbo. You’re still here. And it’s just so empty, because I stopped caring. I almost don’t want to see you. I have better things to do with my time.
It could have been so much more than this, but you just didn’t want to put in the effort. It wasn’t worth it to you. So why would I continue to waste my time?