Wha..what?? No. I would never do that. Kims body is no longer mine nor is it for anyone else’s business to go seeing it without Kimberly’s permission.

Plus… I deleted all the nudes left of hers I had. Ya’know, cause the break up.

The very LEAST I can do is leave Kim alone. I can stop answering these questions about her. I can stop talking to my friends about random things that make me think of her. I can STOP THINKING of her. I can stop writing, writing my feelings of her, writing of my sorrow and my heartache and my defeats.

and I can stop sending them to her.

I can stop holding onto little trinkets that shes given me because it’s all I have left.

I can stop saying phrases she said, just to hear something of hers that was once there.

just to stop all of it from feeling like it was all just some kind of nightmare.

To give some life to these ghosts, these fucking shadows of something that was ONCE a living, tangible thing…her.

I can stop wanting her.

I can stop being scared of finding someone to love. I can stop feeling guilty for wanting to eventually sleep with someone. I can stop comparing people to her.

I can stop giving fucks.

THAT, my friend, is the least I can do.

And I can’t even do that…