I don’t mind clingy. In fact, I appreciate it more. When you constantly tell me you miss me, or get worried when I don’t respond quickly. Because it shows that you actually care about me, and if I truly like you, nothing you do will ever annoy me.
I think a huge mistake we make is not allowing ourselves to feel. Whenever I’m driving in my car and a memory pops into my head that forms a lump in my throat my first instinct is to immediately shut it away. But I try to force myself to feel it, the loss. I let myself cry and slam my fists into the steering wheel because I know my mind needs my body. Sometimes the spaces in our head aren’t big enough for the pain we feel and it’s our bodies job to set it free.
do you ever just sit there and realize that you mean nothing to anyone and you start feeling like shit