I often just push the feeling of hurt down. For example, with friendships and people saying mean things. Cause those things mattered to you and someone picked at it. It hurt cause it did in fact matter to you, and they tore it apart.
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
photo from NATURES HUES . color palette of grays an blues in ombré arrange bars print on top . a little confusing for image, but I luv the soothing colors contrashing with the frosty winter landscape .