Voices keep saying if I was like your “father” then id be over or under someone else.
What they don’t understand is that, living the life I used to live would just bring more pain into the world, now that you’re a constant thought in my head again.
Pain from my heart.
Physical pain of headaches trying to block you out.
Emotionally distant from my partner and their own distress.
I don’t want to live like that, and it’s far easier for me to just be alone.
I’m used to that.
I understand that.
I’m not bothering anyone with this silly little blog no one reads.
I’m not causing strife or even “reupholstering” someone’s lovers vagina so that they have to instruct them on how to be fucked in the future.
I’m fine on my own.
A familiar, solitary trail.