it’s good to ride bike and be amongst friends. huh. can’tg see the whole text box. will be brief.

there’s proven to be no constructive outlet for my feelings. perhaps believing there could be was misguided. i realize i’m resorting to only being expressive to vent and dull the pain now.

that’s okay. i feel hurt and alone still. my heart feels betrayed and there attempts at rationalizing why this happend are futile.

As i examine and pack up my camping gear, i’s a metaphor for my heart; to be put away until it’s prudent and useful again

that’s exaggerated and heavy, i know. but my partner in these feelings has left me alone and i feel like i’m wandering lost and hurt.

too unfortunate, sad and betrayed.

*sad face*