The Thoughts

Author: Livia Heart

  • Reminder: you will get over him

    It’s late, I should be sleeping. We didn’t sleep last night. Well, you did like always. I did not, also like always. You don’t need to stay awake. Because you don’t need to take in lying there with me. You don’t lie awake next to me, sad, because you know that in a few hours I’ll be gone again, and who knows when you’ll see me next. You don’t think like that, that’s me.

    That’s me, the girl still awake because I don’t want this day to end. I still hope to hear from you, and if I don’t hear from you today, our conversation really did not matter to you. Yes, this is me, with tears coming out of my eyes that could be because of a guy or just because her eyes are too damn dry from not sleeping.

    We probably won’t happen again. But at least I’ll have this memory. I will go on with my life, and I will live it so big and ambitious. I will give myself the life I deserve, and that is a life without you in it. I am made for so much more then crying over someone like you. Can’t you see that?

    6 June 2025:

    I wrote this part above in (begin) December 2024. Getting over Beer Boy was one of the most exhausting things I ever did in my life, because it was never about him.

    I’ve been through my fair share of life before I met Beer Boy. Long story short, my life has never, not once been easy for me. But somehow I was so emotionally damaged by this relationship. It felt like a gun shot to the soul, it physically hurt me, this stupid Beer Boy, this stupid simple boy quite literally crushed my soul.

    The most frustrating part about this is that he will always think and believe I was just so obsessed with him, that it was all about him. And that will probably feed his ego, a lot. Anyway, it was never about this simple boy. It was always about the complex girl, me.

    He represented everything I was insecure about, he validated every negative belief I’ve had since childhood. He represented my non-existent self-worth, self-love, confidence. I started to believe that situations like these were normal. That how he treated me was normal or there was an explanation that would always lead back to me, I was always the problem.

    And that was right. I was the problem, but not in a self critical way. It wasn’t my fault he treated me the way he did, he is a stupid selfish dumb person. It was my issue that I tolerated it.

    When I started analysing the deeper meaning and backstory of what this relationship represented for me, I started to understand myself and my feelings more. And the more you understand your feelings, the less you will resent yourself for feeling them. And the more you understand yourself, the more you will want to help yourself and take care of yourself.

    Almost three years I spent crashing out about this idiot. Never, ever did I think I would really, actually get over him or the situation. I kind of thought that I would go on with my life but I would always love him in a way and that it would always be a sensitive topic for me. I can tell you now, I am absolutely completely detached from him. And I forgive myself for all of it, for letting it last so long, for letting him back in, for forgiving him, for neglecting myself. I forgive myself for all of it because I understand where I came from, I understand why I felt that way.

    Btw, all that bullshit about ‘you’re only over someone when you have no ill feelings about them or it anymore’, is so not true. Like Taylor Swift herself said: you can move on without forgiving or forgetting. I think that is peak maturity. This idiot did horrible things to me, and while I don’t necessarily wish him anything bad I most certainly don’t wish him the best either! I just don’t care for him anymore.

    Anyway, whoever you are reading this, sometimes you’re so deep in a feeling or so deep in a situation that the light at the end of the tunnel seems like a black hole. I promise you, one day, you will get over it. That is a fact. And you owe it to yourself to stay strong and wait for the moment you start experiencing life without thinking about them. When you start experiencing life with only yourself on your mind and only yourself to really care for, that’s when you start to get it.

    If I got over Beer Boy, you can also get over your person. Just read my first few posts lol.

    Xo skinny legend out

  • My aesthetic? Chaos

    I blame society for my depressive episode.

    Well, not really. I don’t actually blame today’s culture for my depression but I do in a way blame them for everything else.

    You don’t have to be your best, most aesthetic self every day? That’s not what life is about. Life is about still loving, accepting and holding yourself tight when you’re not aesthetically pleasing or your best self.

    Here I am, studying (well, not really) and looking up Greta Louise Tome on Pinterest for motivation on how to be more aesthetically pleasing like her, every day. Fuck that shit. I am 20 years old, the chaos and depressive episodes and the ups and downs and the crying and needing your mom and still feeling alone even though you saw your whole friend group that day IS the aesthetic of my age.

    I want to be my best self, my most authentic and most aesthetically pleasing self because I want to feel good about myself. But right now, striving that makes me feel worse about myself. I’ve become obsessed with working out to look a certain way and cannot start studying until I feel cute or hot and am in a cute little study outfit. You know what, I study best when I am on the verge of a mental breakdown, shaking because I drank 3 coffees on my ADHD medication. That’s when I thrive! And so what! I’ll figure it out, someday when I start my masters or maybe even next year I’ll have an aesthetically pleasing exam season where I feel so perfect and productive and go to bed at 9pm. Btw I have already done this last exam season?! That was my structured, productive and aesthetically pleasing exam season, and yes my grades were amazing but that’s not the point.

    The point is my brother died that exam season. And this exam season is very triggering for me. Because I haven’t been back in this quiet since he died. I haven’t really been alone since he past away. So everything is kind of too much for me right now. I can’t start studying, I’ve become obsessed with working out because it’s the only thing I can manage to do to make me feel a little more productive and a little less worse about myself. And all this Pinterest stuff and TikTok’s about being your best self is just too fucking much right now.

    At this point, being my best self is probably deleting Pinterest and TikTok, not care about aesthetics and just take really good care of myself. By working out (for the right reasons), taking my meds, drinking coffee because it actually does make me feel better, try to not ghost my friends and call my mom everyday.

    Fuck the aesthetics.

    It’s important to romanticise your life, I’m a big fan of that!

    But right now, fuck aesthetics. My brother died. If he came back to life, he would not care about looking good or what outfit to wear or what impression people have of him. He would travel and laugh and eat good food and prank his family and love everything and everyone. He would travel so much, and watch his series and horror movies and he would give everyone life lessons and he would preach about shutting up and not taking everything so seriously. I miss him so much, I still can’t believe he is gone.

    This is not about aesthetics, this is not about if you should or shouldn’t romanticise life. This is about me being uncomfortable. This is about me fearing I am falling back into a depression, this is about me being scared of my depression, this is about me knowing that there is a chance I will have to find my way out if it again. This is me being uncomfortable in my skin at the moment, in my environment, in this moment in my life. This is about comfort, and me not having any at the moment. I feel lost, I feel scared, I feel unmotivated, I feel disappointed and confused and I feel sad and more confused.

    But for now I will keep blaming it on Pinterest and TikTok’s. Because I know that I will and can get through this. I trust myself to take care of me. This is not like last time, I actually care about myself this time. I really love myself and want to take care of how I feel. I will be fine, I just have to keep reminding myself that it always gets better, it gets so much better that you have to work on believing you deserve that much better. What a luxury it is to be confused as to why life is so good and beautiful right now. I only realise that now, that I write this. I was so confused and emotional and anxious about the fact that my life is beautiful and good again. Now I realise what a luxury it is to change your ways and patterns, to get comfortable with the good.

    This will not be the last time I almost get in a depressive episode, there will be times where I feel like this again. And then I will again cut the aesthetics, cut the distractions and go back to the basics. Me, music and a keyboard. As long as I can write, I can be myself. And as long as I can come back to myself I will be just fine.

    One day I won’t be scared of my feelings anymore. One day I won’t be scared of my thoughts and emotions. One day I will trust my brain enough that no matter where my thoughts go, what lengths, I will have comfort in the fact that I’ll be fine and I will find my way back to the light and the comfort that is love.

    I really think my brother is out there guiding me. My guardian angel. I will be fine because he is looking out for me. I trust him.

    Thank you for listing.

    Peace out and see you next time

    xo skinny legend

  • Dear Life: Sometimes I forget to Live You

    Currently, my main goal is to survive the coming two months. I know it is possible because I am in a much better place than I was in the past few years. Mentally, I’m probably the strongest I’ve ever been (except maybe when I was aged 12-18; I was afraid of nothing and everything was afraid of me). Okay, so maybe not the strongest I’ve ever been, but I’m good. I have identified my patterns and know that I really need to take care of myself during exam seasons. I get so existential!

    If you’ve read even one of my blog posts, you know I’m going through it. I do have to say, to interrupt myself, I am doing much better when it comes to Beer Boy! I still think about him daily, check if his ‘do not disturb’ mode is on, see when he was last active on WhatsApp. I still fantasize about him texting me or showing up at my home confessing his love. But I’m doing much better!

    So, I’m going through it, my family is going through it, my friends are also going through it. We’re all going through it, essentially. But how do we manage ourselves and our lives in a positive way when everywhere we turn people are depressed, hopeless, negative, or just going through a horrific period in life?

    I try to be there for everyone in any way that I can. But the last few weeks I found myself getting too sucked into the sadness to the point where I just can’t seem to escape it. Of course, you have to be there for family and friends. Nothing is more important. But I felt myself going back to a scary place, and that’s when the alarm bells rang. So, to repeat the question: How do we manage ourselves and our lives while going through a very complicated, sad time in life?

    I feel incredibly selfish saying this, but I realized I cannot be in hospitals all day, I cannot listen to people cry all day, and I cannot be there for everyone all the time. I go right back into survival mode when I try to do this. I try being the positive in people’s lives, I try bringing a sense of ‘normal’ in abnormal situations. I try listening a lot, I care for people, and I go right into mommy mode. Now, I just try and do it in pieces.

    Lately, I have also been repeating to myself to not take myself so seriously. Just breathe and feel. When I miss Beer Boy, I should just miss him and sit with that feeling. When I am rethinking my entire life because I miss my old friends, I should just go through it. Feel the hurt, the disappointment, the shame, the embarrassment, the absolute tragedy of losing your best friends. I should just damn feel it, let it in.

    I will never feel like I am living my life when I keep shutting out what life is about: feeling, experiencing. Being human is about having emotions, feeling raw; we should all feel our emotions more raw, damnit. Being alive is about the adventure, the adventure of pain, of disappointment, the adventure of love and passion and earth-shattering heartbreak. Life is about feeling your soul being physically ripped in two one day, and seeing the most beautiful sunset ever the next. Life is grieving the most loving, special, most unique human being ever and wondering how you are ever going to live again without them. And then being on the most breathtaking beach ever, feeling one with the ocean, thinking about how grateful you are to celebrate that person’s life, how grateful you are to miss them, and how grateful you are knowing their spirit won’t ever leave you. Life is about crying on the floor, hurting in your lungs, wondering how you are ever getting over this situationship breakup, and then getting up and writing your first blog post. Life is about making a fool out of yourself, then trying to achieve something cool to make up for it. Life is about playing music way too loud in your headphones. Life is messy, life is chaos, life is happiness, life is tragic, life is everything it is not supposed to be and life is more beautiful than we remember.

    Life is remembering what life is about, having it all click at a random moment. Then going back to living as you know it, and forgetting what life is all about.

    It’s our choice though, and I hope I will keep choosing to feel alive.

    My Christmas present to you: make a playlist of the songs that make you feel most vulnerable, songs you usually skip because they make you feel too much. Then go and watch a sunset with that playlist playing. We could all use some remembering what life is about in December. You know, since it’s that damn season.

    Happy living, skinny legend

  • The Silence of the Decembers; What About It?

    This is so me; I am currently sitting in my grandparents’ dining room, a classy, elegant but dimly lit room, with a beautiful bouquet of flowers before me in a crystal vase. My books are spread across the table, my tea and honey next to me, AirPods in my ears. Sitting back in a fancy chair, thinking about the past. Isn’t it weird how thinking about the past is so hurtful, physically painful! But still so comforting. Why? What is that about?

    I am sitting here, very movie-like, knowing that your silence is the biggest, most extravagant response I ever got out of you. I keep checking if your ‘do not disturb’ mode is on, I have absolutely no idea why. I do have an idea: I am fighting for breadcrumbs. Seeing you turn your notifications off makes me feel like I saw that part of your day, as if that was some sort of contact I had with you.

    But it isn’t just about you anymore. Sitting here, it is also about the friends I lost. My very best friends. Or the most awkward, weird, disturbing moments in my life. Overthinking, rethinking, wishing, regretting, I guess that’s what this moment is about. I feel you are now officially in my past, and it makes me very anxious. It’s like I associate you with something, I don’t know what, and now I get anxious about that part of my life leaving.

    I really miss my friends. The past few months have gone so fast and although I knew I missed them, now, when everything is quiet and still, it hits me again. The loss of their friendship hits me again, all over. I get so insecure thinking about it. I miss how I could be myself around them, I miss the confessions, I miss crying with laughter, I miss making plans and setting goals with my best friends. Being delusional together and manifesting everything we could ever desire. You guys know how I feel about Beer Boy, but I would give him up in a split second for a chance to turn back time and make it so that we never grew apart, ever.

    December is such a weird month. Everything is so cozy and festive. Champagne and oysters, Christmas markets, spending time with family, and Christmas lights and decorations everywhere! Yet, it is the most lonely and deepest time of the year. Could it be because there is so much quiet that you actually have to feel your feelings this time of year?

    I pray, I wish and I desperately hope that this time December and January go differently. I hope I wake up tomorrow and forget all about my old friends, Beer Boy, and the awkward and weird things I did throughout my life. Well, I don’t wish to forget it, I wish to wake up and have peace with it all. I hope I wake up and see life through the same light I was seeing it three weeks ago. I hope I wake up happy, I hope I wake up and all the melancholy feelings just leave my soul. Melancholy, what a bittersweet feeling. In my opinion, one of the most beautiful feelings known to man. Still, I wish to never feel it again; it goes too deep into the soul.

    I should be studying, or going to bed. It’s past 1 am. I could cry. My life is so not what I expected it to be at my age. I have more peace with that now than a few months ago, but still. I have no idea what I am doing, honestly. I feel like I am going through life rather than living it, do you understand? It’s not even that I want to cry about, it’s just the moment. I want to cry about how I keep getting flashbacks from past Decembers, about how I managed to lose my best friends and about how we still haven’t found our way back to each other. I want to cry about how I spent so much time and energy on Beer Boy, how much I hate him and how much I want him to text me and then keep texting me. I want to cry about how much I love the song that’s playing.

    I really try to not let myself touch the delicate feeling of depression or just melancholy. It’s too easy to fall back into the spiral. But let me for a moment speak my mind, free of fear. I am scared of hearing myself think. I am scared of missing my friends like I missed them this summer. I am so scared of feeling left out. I hate that for me, feeling left out is the worst feeling. I am scared that this December will probably look a lot like the others before. I am scared of missing, missing out, missing people, losing myself and then missing my old self. I am scared of being alone with just me because what if I haven’t gotten over this summer? What if I am not as over it as I thought? What if I go to that place again? I have been ignoring myself, going through life as best as I know how but I am terrified of finding out just how happy I am in life right now. I just don’t know how I am ever getting out of this feeling.

    That’s enough overthinking for today. Jeez! It must be that damn season…

    Xo SL

  • Christmas Wishlist: Surviving Exam & Breakup Season Edition

    Since Santa never replies to my letters, I don’t think this year will be an exception. Well, if a boy leaves a hole the size of America in your heart, soul, and life, you should definitely fill it up with presents (or good food and alcohol, preferably all three)! So this is what my realistic Christmas Wishlist is looking like (in comparison to my last post, a letter to Santa):

    AirPods Pro 2nd gen – I can’t be the only one who doesn’t have these? It’s like everyone and their mother owns these. Still, I use my friend’s AirPods all the time and they’re amazing. The noise canceling is better than on my headphones, crazy. And I’m a running girly so this will definitely be more comfortable than those big-ass headphones I’m currently running with.

    Everything Moroccan Oil – First, their hydrating shampoo and conditioner are one of the best hair products I’ve ever tried. I feel so fancy using their products and they smell like what I imagine heaven smells like. This is so self-care coded, routinely using fancy products. Because why wait for special occasions to use luxury stuff? Every day is special and we are all fancy, classy queens here who deserve fancy, luxury stuff all the time! Btw, that one stupid boy can put a knife through your heart at any time, and you can’t use your fancy stuff when you’re dead so…

    Ralph Lauren PJs – Hear me out, I’m obsessed with Ralph Lauren. That’s it. No, but pyjamas are so underrated. I feel so sexy and beautiful when I’m in a classy, fancy PJ doing my skincare, enjoying my nightly bedtime tea, watching reality TV (or whatever), and enjoying a face mask. You get the vibe. Splurge on those PJs. I feel like this will also motivate me to stay in instead of going out because you want to really use your night-time wisely if you’re spending this money on PJs. Or you could also wear them to the bars and clubs. Hot either way!

    Collistar self-tanning drops – With exam season, I’m already feeling bad enough about myself, so I don’t need my pale skin to make it worse. Honestly, this product is my makeup. And I want to feel hot when studying! I want cozy but cute clothes and I want to feel pretty when I’m debating whether or not I really need this degree (my family’s rich anyway).

    Diamond earrings – Lately I have been getting more into timeless pieces, statement pieces. I always wear gold hoops but I feel like it’s time to go a more Charlotte York-y path. So a good pair of diamond earrings it is.

    Kérastase Ultra-Violet Blonde Absolu – Yes, I dye my hair, but I’m a natural blonde, just a darker blonde. This product is my holy grail. If I didn’t have this, I would be sitting in a salon every two to three months (and no one is THAT rich). Olaplex’s purple products are also very good, but I find theirs a bit too strong. My hair always has purple streaks when I use it.

    Kérastase Nutritive 8H Magic Night Serum – Best hair serum ever, speaks for itself.

    Estée Lauder Advanced Night Repair Synchronised Multi-Recovery Complex – This is probably one of the best skincare products I have ever used. And I’ve been doing this for like eight years. I have very acne-prone skin and I still am a victim to breakouts, but this product really makes my skin more even toned, works for red spots, magic in a bottle. I use this with an acne serum and it just does wonders.

    Estée Lauder Revitalizing Supreme Youth Power Soft Creme – This is for when my skin is feeling dry or looking red. It’s a bit too much for me to use every day because of my acne-prone skin, but it’s still a must-have for when my skin needs a break.

    Loungewear – I will not go through another exam season looking like an absolute rat (basically looking like Beer Boy). We are entering a new era where I want to feel hot all the damn time. And two months is a whole lotta time. I need cute and cozy loungewear for my study days. Repeat after me; “studying is not only about being smart, it’s about looking good while spilling coffee on your books.” Amen.

    These are the best things on my Christmas list that I had to share because here we don’t gatekeep anything. You hear about my tragic love life, you hear about my Christmas list! I feel like this year’s list is very ‘feel-good’ coded. My focus is on what I need to survive exam season. Self-care products and lots of loungewear. And lots of wine on Christmas, that’s the one day (two days) that drinking is allowed during exams.

    If anyone is actually reading this, please tell me about your Christmas wishlist, I love hearing about this.

    Anyways, peace out, still hoping Santa’s real.

    SL (skinny legend) x

  • Dear Santa, Can We Talk? I Want Him for Christmas

    If you read my last two posts, you can probably imagine what my ideal wishlist would look like this year. Let’s see, what would my letter to Santa say?

    “Dear Santa,

    First of all, I think you missed an elf because I saw Beer Boy just yesterday. Santa, may I please ask of you that for this Christmas, you put some sense into my boy? Just this morning I looked in the mirror and was astonished that I’m the one doing the chasing, running, and obsessive acts in this relationship. No, but really, Santa, this Christmas can you give us a chance? I know this is probably not the gift you had in mind, but I fear that I want nothing else more. I want nothing more than to wake up in a life where he is part of my everyday, where he wants me just as badly as I want him, where our time doesn’t stop when the sun comes up. Please, give me him. Give me all of him and make him really see me. If he would really know me, if he could really see me for who I am, he would be mine. Who wouldn’t be obsessed with me if I showed them my soul? Don’t make me one of the girls who are just blind to what’s in front of her; don’t make a fool of what I believe is my intuition.

    Santa, I fear I cannot enjoy Christmas knowing I’m the only one thinking about us. I fear I might go insane. If you cannot commit to these wishes, a lobotomy will suffice. Lol (That was a joke, please don’t touch my brain; I have exams). Santa, if you can’t give me him and us, then please remove him from my heart. Please remove his prints from my soul, it physically hurts. My body aches. I feel it in my chest all the time. If you can’t give me him and us, please make the pain go away. Make him go away. I want all of it or nothing. I can’t do this in-between, something-but-nothing type of relationship anymore. Make him want me or make me forget him. I beg of you. You know I have been very, very good (and you kind of owe me because I never got my Barbie Dream House you promised). Santa, I love Christmas and I love you but man, I need you to step up this year. Anyways, milk and cookies are in the fridge; you know the drill. See you next year.

    P.S.: If you disappoint me on the 24th, I will be personally coming down to the North Pole for an explanation. Love ya xo”

    Yes, dear three readers, my ‘breakup’ with Beer Boy has been hard on me. I have to build my world back up, and he has absolutely no clue or thought about the matter. However, I’ll be fine, right? Because I’ve gone through this like four times with him—the longest period of no contact being six months—and I feel like, no matter how much time has passed, he still manages to mess me up. Or maybe I just keep letting him mess me up.

    Oh dear, I really need Santa to be real this year.

    Your favorite skinny legend, xo

  • Bye-bye, Beer Boy: the end of an era (I hope)

    Instead of keeping them in my notes app, I will be publishing my letters (I’ll never send) to you on the internet from now on. Gotta love the 21st century.

    Yesterday, I spent the entire day thinking about you. Walking out of your place, our weird and cold goodbye. It’s like you didn’t even care it was the last time we would be together. I told you, didn’t I? That that was the last time?

    I cannot wrap my mind around the fact you did not text or call me after I left. Honestly, I very naively thought it would finally be different this time. Because I told you how I felt, I told you everything I have always wanted to tell you to your face. Why are you not obsessed with me? Weirdo.

    Next week, or next semester, you’ll probably text me again in the middle of the night, hoping to come over. I really hope I’m over you by the time you try to contact me again. You never actually leave, do you? It’s very much never over with us.

    But this time is not like last, I told you this. I will have to get over you, again. It will hurt a lot, again. My heart will ache, again. I might cry, again. But not like last time, or the time before, or the time before that one. This time I am moving on. Not only am I moving on, I am ‘levelling up’. I will not make my life be about you anymore. This is too sad. I have too much potential. I am too smart and too kind. I come from a good background, am a very capable person. And I am (obviously) as hot as they come. I will not waste myself, or my life, for you. You mediocre, dumb, tragic piece of beer. (He drinks a lot of beer, like a lot a lot.)

    I don’t want to date anymore. The last few years I have wanted a boyfriend so bad! The idea of having a partner to go through life with was my dream, all I could think about. But, I honestly despise that idea right now. My life has been so much about you. Now I really want to live my life for myself. Make my dreams and ambitions happen and come to life. Who would have known it’s harder to move on and get your life back together than it is to get a new boyfriend?

    This is the best time to really work on myself and my life because it’s the holidays! I have exams to focus on, presents to open, family to be with. It’s the time of year where you can come back to your roots, take a breath and just be yourself with your family and close friends. It’s THE time to prioritize your family, your rest, your studies. Also the best time for a new wardrobe and making a Christmas Wishlist to die for. Going for a run in between studying, study dates with friends, a good self-care evening after studying your brains out all day—that’s the vibe I’m manifesting for the coming two months.

    After the exams, I am going on a fancy trip with my dad where we will be celebrating my amazing grades. Oh how I love being a rich kid (sorry not sorry).

    I really hope that after all this, I will finally be over you once and for all. I don’t want to live my life for you anymore; I want to live it for my own happiness. I wish you cared about what you do to me and how you make me feel. Maybe then you would finally leave me alone. Now, every time we stop talking it’s just a matter of which night you choose to call me. I cannot imagine never picking up again, so I hope you care this time. I hope you finally have enough respect for me to never contact me again.

    That said, if Santa was real, I would only ask for one last chance for us—where we both give it our all and see what our love story was supposed to be.

    Happy December to my three readers out there!

    Xo skinny legend

  • My last midnight confession to you

    Yesterday my therapist was telling me how proud she was. Yesterday we were celebrating me finally coming to my senses about, you guessed it, a guy. It felt like I finally turned the page and detached. Also yesterday I showed up, to said guy, in the middle of the night by his bed. Why do I do this? You tell me.

    So there I was, in the most stereotypical boys dorm room, waking him up. Obviously he was excited to see me, who wouldn’t be? But that’s the thing isn’t it, he is always excited to see me at night. When the sun comes back up and he returns to sober town, I fear he doesn’t like me as much. “This is the last time we will see each other,” I kept repeating. “I don’t want that, you don’t mean it,” he kept repeating. I know he doesn’t believe me, I have said this before. Yet I still end up in his arms when his schedule allows it.

    The circle of self-sabotage is what I call our relationship. Yes, I said relationship because I refuse to refer to this monumental, life-changing, soul-eating experience as a ‘situationship’. I did not go through the deepest points of life to then diminish my experience by not calling it what it is, a relationship. Not a romantic relationship, not a platonic relationship (obviously), not a situationship because it has never been just a ‘situation’. It has quite literally taken over my life, is my most talked about topic, my entire family knows about it, every person that has ever talked to me knows about it. This was never a ‘situationship’, this has always been a relationship.

    To continue my story time, he was excited to see me. So there we were, lying in his friend’s bed. I’m asking him what was missing, why he couldn’t see me as more than a midnight hookup for when he’s in town. Honestly, I cannot remember what his answer to this was but I think it’s safe to say it was nothing worth remembering. “This is it for us, we will never be anything more than nothing,” is obviously me trying to make him say what I want to hear. “Our story hasn’t begun yet, nothing is ending and everything is beginning,” yes he said this, (he actually really said this)! Why would I lie to a bunch of strangers? Lol. How I wish he meant what he said and how I wish I was still naive enough to believe it. Unfortunately, those words mean very little to me. Just between us girls, I’d rather have his words hurt me and make me sad, then what they do to me now; nothing. (I’m so Lana coded, right?!)

    He doesn’t know it yet, but this really is the end of our story. The last couple of years, I kept giving chances, I kept having hope because I made myself believe he didn’t know what I felt. I made myself believe he did not know enough to take action. Now, the words have been spoken, my feelings have been made clear. I was honest, I told him exactly what I wanted, what I wished for us. And I woke up in the exact same reality; magical nights that I over-romanticize and disappointing, face-slapping, soul-hurting mornings/days. Nothing changed. I showed all my cards, he knows how I feel and what I hope for.

    I have no more jokes, stories or little lies I want to tell him with the hope they make him fall in love with me. I have no more positions to try with the hope he cannot get enough of me. I have no more names to drop with the hope he will think I’m well connected and popular. There is nothing left for me to try. I have no more games to play.

    Two years, I spent believing there was a chance for us. I told everyone that the hope I felt came from my gut. That my intuition was just sure there would be a two sided love story. We may have not felt the same, but you felt something. I just know it. I refuse to believe I am that naive and I choose to believe in my intuition. We had a storyline, but I guess another one was more important and ours got benched. I still have a lot to say. I could keep talking to you about us. Oh how I hope you will miss me. I hope you miss me so bad you cry and your friends think you’re crazy. I hope you miss me so bad you cannot even look at another woman. I hope you dream about me, I hope I haunt your mind. I hope you keep my scarf and sleep with it (this is not a Taylor Swift All too well reference, I left my actual scarf there). I hope you become attached to it. I hope it represents something very emotional for you. I curse that you feel for me what I felt for you. Though I really mean what I write, I do want to tell you one last time, I’m sorry and I so wish I could start over for us.

    Wow got carried away for a moment, almost forgot im way too cool for him.

    So why did I do this? Still, no idea. You tell me.

    Skinny legend out