Guess I might as well write it here since I don't really have someone to talk to about it.

My mind lingers and there's not a single day where I don't think about it.

I'm conflicted between assumptions on a thin thread of hope and a new beginning for myself.

It still feels like my heart has the deepest of ravines carved into it and my mind can't muster up enough concrete to fill it back up again.

I truely hate myself for being a hopeless romantic with many crushes and once one connection breaks, it does feel like those crushes are a double edge sword.

At the end of this, I hope I can sleep more peacefully.