god, it’s so hard. it’s like some days i have a handle, i can see myself standing up, getting stronger, moving past this. and then something small, usually my mom calling, and that weight just slams back in my chest and throws me back underwater.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.