Tales of Love and Loss

It's 3:26 am, and I'm currently immersed in the soothing melodies of "Hotel" by Montell Fish. I find myself at a loss for words, but I'm attempting to pour out my emotions onto the screen, as if my fingers haven't expressed my innermost thoughts in quite some time. So here it goes...

Once again, I was left behind. It no longer surprises me, though it still stings. It doesn't hurt as intensely as the last time, but the pain lingers. We began talking in January, and truth be told, things weren't great even then. Yet, it felt comforting to have someone who understood how I felt. He was kind and reassuring, or so it seemed. However, he remained largely unavailable. The reassurance he offered turned out to be woven with lies and manipulation.

We couldn't progress further due to the turmoil of his parents' divorce, and reluctantly, I accepted that reality. With a heavy heart, I embraced it. Little did I know that a month later, another person's name would appear on his Instagram. It wasn't so much about him, but rather the recurrence of the same feeling of unworthiness that pierced my soul.

Apart from that, life seems to be okay. Work is just work, nothing extraordinary. I find myself with an increasing amount of idle time, lacking something to truly look forward to.