A relationship can never be repaired after someone cheats. Never.
This.
I should definitely start from the beginning.
A very good place to start and all that. There’s a very specific timeline my love life follows and it will be a lot less confusing for both of us if I write it that way. I’m sure there will be some rando posts in between but the story will always continue. I promise you, all of this is 100% real, or as close as real gets by my perspective. It’s weird and heartbreaking at some points but beautiful and uplifting at others, as I suppose it should be. It might be difficult for me to say some of this but I really feel like it’s important that I do.
It’s your birthday
and I don’t fucking care. I’m done putting in the effort with you. You don’t want to talk to me because I’m whiny and I don’t want to talk to you because you’re a manipulative asshole who pretends to look out for everyone else’s best interests. Fuck you.
Quixotic-foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals;especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
Boyfriend and I do this thing where we leave skype on all night so we can wake up to each other even when we’re across the country from one another. It’s comforting. I’m so used to waking up in his arms every morning that it’s strangely lonely with a whole twin bed to myself. I can’t wait to get back to school and back to him.
