You don’t know my number..

You don’t know my number..

You don’t know my number..

I wish I would have been able to fully open to you, you were my mirror all the things that I use to be and wanted to be right in front of me. My heart will always be broken, like the one that got away time vibe. I have returned to no longer run but to put right on the things that matter. You will appear in any order for me to able to speak to you like this I need that too organically for that to happen. Don’t think that I’m not sat here being the group administrator for the #donttextyourex movement in this pandemic. I have had a really angry teenage girl inside of me for a while and it has recently come to the surface, like most teenage girls figure out who they are has been an ongoing topic, these are the time of things that I took in you as forgetting, narcissists. My father always protected me, especially financially which to most sounds like a thing a dad should do but it has had me struggle with finding my equal, which means I don’t know how to let someone treat me like you worth because I did know my own worth. When I knew you were going to ask me to your girlfriend I completely shut down, I regret this conversation I wish I had let you speak. For me, it was downhill for us. More to come…

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