Aren’t repressed feelings kinda funny? Funny in that heart wrenching way that makes you laugh at how painfully ironic life is.
Ah my dear feelings, the ones I spent years trying to acknowledge so I wouldn’t fall prey to the symptoms of your mind trying to protect you. They always come back to explode in your face.
You’re completely fine, you’ve moved on. And then, like a train filled with life who’s only purpose is to track you down hits you with a thousand tons of force.
A song, maybe a picture, sometimes even a smell you didn’t even know you could identify… and it all comes pouring back out of your eyes.
That tear in your heart you’ve been carefully healing for the last four months? That rips open in such a way you have to start over, and somehow… somehow it hurts even worse now.
Repressed feelings really are a funny thing.
Back to myself 