…it still hurts. The pain remains.
Someway it always catch up with me again. Always something that brings back those memories.
Knowing something like that won’t happen again until next year. If we’re lucky.
I know goodbyes hurts, I’ve done it before. but so far: this is the worst one.
I need to stay strong.
This is my face…This is my other face.
I like wearing all my clothes at once.
food. I hate my thighs.
Oh. In some ways I love… everything. It’s less of a thing than like. Less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in like.
Because even the worst things have things to love in them.
I love things so much, I feel like I can float away. That’s wrong.
I hate war.
I hate this.
…I can feel it. and I hate it.
I get butterflies just listening to it. Smiling like an idiot.
like, omg this is ridiculous.