zerotohero
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I’m going to do something that probably sounds completely fucking delusional, but I genuinely don’t care anymore.
I’m going to act like everything that happened between June 1st, 2025 and August 19th, 2026 simply never happened.
I deleted her chat. Deleted her pictures. Deleted her contact. Everything.
Fuck it. She doesn’t exist to me any more. She’s a stranger. I’m not carrying this shit with me for another year.
From now on I’m going to act like it’s June 2025 again. Like I never met her. Like none of the shit that happened afterwards happened. Like none of the trauma, pain, obsession, disappointment or whatever else came from those months ever entered my life.
I know someone is probably going to read this and think I’ve completely lost it.
Maybe.
But I genuinely don’t give a fuck.
Time is a human concept anyway. The past only exists because we keep giving it meaning. I can decide that this chapter is over and stop letting it define who I am.
I’m creating my own reality from this point forward.
In my head, it’s June 2025.
I’m 24 again.
I haven’t met her.
None of it happened.
And I’m moving forward from there.
Fuck the past. I’m starting again.
I’m going to act like everything that happened between June 1st, 2025 and August 19th, 2026 simply never happened.
I deleted her chat. Deleted her pictures. Deleted her contact. Everything.
Fuck it. She doesn’t exist to me any more. She’s a stranger. I’m not carrying this shit with me for another year.
From now on I’m going to act like it’s June 2025 again. Like I never met her. Like none of the shit that happened afterwards happened. Like none of the trauma, pain, obsession, disappointment or whatever else came from those months ever entered my life.
I know someone is probably going to read this and think I’ve completely lost it.
Maybe.
But I genuinely don’t give a fuck.
Time is a human concept anyway. The past only exists because we keep giving it meaning. I can decide that this chapter is over and stop letting it define who I am.
I’m creating my own reality from this point forward.
In my head, it’s June 2025.
I’m 24 again.
I haven’t met her.
None of it happened.
And I’m moving forward from there.
Fuck the past. I’m starting again.