happiness feels a million miles away and thousands of years in the past.
as i watched my best friend hug her boyfriend today, i saw new love floating in her eyes.
i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.
i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
people tell me i will survive. that i won’t be able to remember this one day. that i will get over it. and maybe i will. but i will not forget. my blood, and my bones, and my cells, and my sprint won’t let me. they will never let me recover from you.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE SO TODAY I ACTED LIKE IT.
to have gone through all of this, and to be as soft as i am, is truly a tragic delicacy. but still people perceive me as naive. i suppose they are no longer supportive of kindness.