Life
I read it all. Every post. Look at this carefree, dumb kid I used to be. These memories fill me with a warmth of both happiness and shame. Shame for the missed opportunities I had to be a better friend. Happy for the friends that cared for me anyway, despite my flaws.
The last time I tried to do this, it was too painful, too cringeworthy to finish. I realized I was carrying that with me until now.
Now all that’s left is this feeling of closure. The loop is closed off, and I’m no longer following each curb and straight.
I love you all, still. And I love myself. In all my amazing and pathetic flaws.
The last time I tried to do this, it was too painful, too cringeworthy to finish. I realized I was carrying that with me until now.
Now all that’s left is this feeling of closure. The loop is closed off, and I’m no longer following each curb and straight.
I love you all, still. And I love myself. In all my amazing and pathetic flaws.