I can feel it.
Summer.
Last summer was a bad time for me. Hell last year was a bad time for me.
The late texts, the 3am binge watching sessions.
Those were the good nights.
The bad nights where when I was up till 2 crying and wanting to scream. Those nights were I cut and cut untill I couldn't feel it anymore. Untill I couldn't were shorts or a tank top.
I can feel them coming and I'm scared.
Because part of me never wants to relive those moments.
But another part of me wants to because I remember the good nights and it was all worth it.....
Or was it.
