it was legitimately fucking traumatic at some points, and i used to really struggle with PTSD. and it got better, much better over time.
but now i live my life alone, literally crying as i fucking write this, wishing i hadn't taken all the time i had spent with the one i really loved for granted. i was too clouded by my own trauma to appreciate his presence and now that i've finally realized he's gone, i just live in the memories. living has become a punishment, my depression just worsens. and i could live out the entire rest of my life alone with nothing but the memories. all my peers around me are getting s/o's or getting engaged but i am frozen in time with the one thing that truly ever made me happy.
That is so sad. I'm sorry to hear you're suffering from past things that made you so happy. I hope it gets better and even if you won't be able to move on I think life doesn't always stay stuck in a weird way tumblr_40bbfb76d5645b28c4e5486a04bf7389_9daf0649_500.gif