The boy and I have hit a fork in the road of our relationship. The hardest part is that we both still very much love each other, but want very different things in life. It seems that the fork in the road leads to a dead end either way. We’ve had two really rough weekends and are taking a break to try and sort things out.
Most of my life has been such a mess that I have developed superior coping skills over the years. However in the past I found solace and comfort in eating, these days I’m finding it in running and writing (in my old paper journal more than here).
I may not be writing here much, but I’m reading and running.
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