“can we go back to normal?”
considering my normal has been fainting in the shower, not being able to breathe, a heart rate of 190, social avoidance, and feelings of hopelessness,
no. no, we can not go ‘back to normal’.
“I have been staying awake at nights, wondering if I should tell you.”
— Unknown
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second 🌕
sixth
fourteenth 🌕
thirtieth
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
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second
twelfth
twenty-ninth 🦊
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
- abby
“He left me the way he always had: disappointed, but not surprised.”
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
I want so badly to talk to you, but have no idea what to even say.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
“i remember you often so that the colors won’t fade.”
KARMA.
“I’m a free spirit,” she said,
No, bitch, you, are spirit free.
Knocking the wind out of me,
as you always pretend to be,
A source of positivity,
while making my insides feel dead.
I will now and always dread,
this incoming storm I’m forced to dredge.
You love talking shit behind their backs,
yet act like you are holier than thou.
You should keep in mind even Hell has standards,
and not even there you’ll be allowed.
Incapable of accountability,
but you sure love to share your account,
“It’s not gossip if it’s true!”
I can write a book with the truths about you.
But you wouldn’t like that much, would you?
If I openly called you ‘a little bitch?’
I was only ten when you ran around town,
At age 35, tarnishing my image.
Now you’re old and look like a handbag,
But don’t flatter yourself; you don’t look like Coach.
For some reason your still with him,
And in that house like a roach.
But now you hate your job, and your mother in law,
You’re start regretting what you made your heart of,
FYI It’s stone, and I got another five letters for you,
It’s one word: Karma.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
…
twenty-sixth — I., II., III.
twenty-seventh — IV., V., VI.
twenty-eighth — VII.
twenty-ninth — VIII.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY