Instagram and sh..

I woke up with my heart beating in my ear. I had barely slept, restless and anxious over my emotions. I kept reaching for my phone throughout the night to check Instagram as if to reaffirm his betrayal. Her comments took precedence over any feelings of calm I had previously attained.

She was no one, neither was he, I really shouldn’t have cared the way I did.

But it was a long time coming and the feelings were a habit of self abuse. I was still trying to obtain inner peace, day by day. Year on year. I had so much to learn and so much to experience. I hadn’t become who I was in 2014, overnight. I knew that, I believed and truly valued myself. It was never about forgetting who I was, but more about rising people beyond who they really were. That was my error. And he reaped and reaped the benefits.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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