i hate my brain. the moment i wake up in the morning, his face immediately comes to mind. no matter how hard i try, i can't shake the thought of him. i can't understand why my brain automatically defaults to picturing his face and thinking to myself, "he left you, he never cared, he's gone now, you're never going to see him again"
why does my mind hold on to the repulsive fantasy of him coming back to me and giving me everything i ever wanted? that obviously won't happen... everyone knows this. holding onto hope is painful for me
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