Painstakingly Blogging

Ugh, I just want to blog now. There's no such thing as blogging too much, or maybe there is.

Memories, they're fucking everywhere. I hate them. The whole world is tainted. This feels like a third-person deal. This isn't happening to me, I'm watching it happen to someone else. No wait, it is me. It's actually me. Yes yes, it was only a couple days ago. Yes, those three words were still uttered. Yes, the embraces were still there. Yes, all was good. Nonono, it went bad. It went bad fast. So quick, never saw it coming. How could you forget? How could you do that? You can't erase it all. You just can't. It's not possible. I don't care how I sound, this is how I feel. If I keep it all in, surely I will explode. It was so damn good. I can't get used to this. It will never work. I can't stop, it's not working. I don't listen to myself, which is stupid. It's me, myself. Yes, there's a cold void now. It's a pit in my stomach. Surely it won't last, or will it? Out of nowhere, after so much.

I'm never trusting anyone again.