I keep dreaming about my ex but I’m trying to not worry about the dreams before bed. Sort of feels like it’s becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy where because I’ve dreamed about him so much, I worry about dreaming about him, and then end up dreaming about him even more.

It feels like he was a ghost, or someone I made up in my head. It feels like he’s spent more time in my head than in my life.

How can someone tell you they love you so adamantly and then walk away without a second look?

I’m a psychology and criminology major but I didn’t see the wolf in the sheep’s clothing.
I admit it.

I understand what a lack of remorse is but it’s inconceivable when it’s someone you love; the two just don’t go together. It causes so much cognitive dissonance your foundation starts to crumble.

I don’t know why I write in the second-person perspective at times… I guess writing about myself feels too vulnerable and if I wrote in the third-person I would sound crazy. I don’t want it to be that easy to tell.

I hate how much I miss him. I can’t stand it anymore.