Today I was supposed to fly out to California for a week of vacation with my ex boyfriend. Since we broke up and the trip fell through, my mom and I flew down to Key Largo today for a long weekend.
And I’m so fucking sad I can hardly stand it.
I feel so guilty that I’m so sad because I’m in this beautiful place with my amazing mom who cares more about me than anyone in the world, and I’m sitting here longing to be somewhere else with someone else. She says she understands, but it’s eating me from the inside out.
I wish I could hate you, but I don’t hate you. I love you, and I miss you so much. God dammit.