August 1, 2014

The sick part of me relishes in the fact that I can detach and move on easily. I grew up way too fast and didn’t understand what it meant to value childhood. I’m so in between. Wait… this is super jumpy, isn’t it? I can’t type properly cause I’m nervous about pride and nervous about myself. I know things will pan out, as they always do. I know I’ll be married and happy and pregnant one day which is a little tacky to admit or even think I suppose but regardless it’s how I feel. I don’t expect anyone to save me. I know I’ll save myself. I’m fucked up, but I’m a lovely woman none the less and I’m so good at caring for people. Maybe these pendants mean something. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll die and reincarnate to a boring fucking armadillo. I gotta start telling the people I love that they’re everything to me. I have to stop this ‘nothing means anything’ bullshit. Even though it’s the truth. What do I do? Live alone? Like this? I might as well be as hopeful as you and soak you up. You’re all I have. Love, sparks, attachment, it’s something to care about; Why not, right? I love you all. The truth is in my letters, which I’ve kept by LD’s house. I don’t believe in soul mates but I did love certain people so hard that I couldn’t function without them. I’m a crazy woman. The world is weird. I’m aware. At least I had those moments. 

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