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The air smells like neglecting my sleep schedule and skipping class to reread my favorite books and quitting my job and writing until I can’t feel my fingers and telling my friends that I love them so much that it gives me heartburn and eating the same three meals because they taste so fucking good and cracking jokes that’ll make people uncomfortable and—
*sits u down and shines a bright light in your face*
Do you actually have a hard time differentiating platonic and romantic feelings or are you hopelessly lost in your feelings for the one person in your life you can’t bear to lose right now? Is the idea of rejection equally as crushing as the idea of having to live with unspoken words? Is rejection really that bad? Or is the yearning the worst part? How can you live with this, and how far are you willing to run away from yourself? Is the person you’re “confused” about worth the phantom pains in your chest? Why do you do this to yourself? Is this better somehow?