pixelated.me

honestly. i wonder.
is there such a thing as truth.
honesty.
sincerity?
love.
i really thought i’d figured it out.
but you see my exgf has this blog.
which i shouldnt read but i do.
because a part of me is desperate to understand something more.
and the only conclusion i’ve come to is.
she didn’t have a clue who she was.
and as such i was with a question mark for 5 years.
how can that be. how can you have a relationship with question mark? with a “maybe this is who i am.”
it scares me.
and this alone part scares me.