Dear jack

you’re still in the part where every thought circles back to him. i was the same at a month in, every feeling was tangled.

i get that so much. i remember crying in the kitchen thinking “how do i love someone who hurt me this bad.” it’s confusing when your heart and your mind don’t line up.

i used to wake up already pissed at him, like he ruined the whole day just by existing somewhere else. hated him, missed him, felt sick that both could live in me at once.