im a background character to all these strangers lives. they have all their own joys and sadness and fears and traumas and families and friends and realities—and i’m just here, a passing character that they will forget in moments
plagued by limerence and overwhelming nostalgia for nearly every prior version of myself and everywhere i’ve ever lived and every friend who‘s left my life…
this would have been a rec 7 hours ago before the delusions subsided. to all the victims of anxious attachment, i see you and hear you and im going crazy and my tummy hurts real bad.
