i am so capable but so incapable. i hate knowing how much i've been able to do while knowing how easily i let myself just lose. i don't want to need anyone or anything but i really, genuinely yearn for that type of person.
in the grand scheme of it all, no 2 years isn't that long. but 2 years of losing myself after 22 years of bleeding to find her feels like a lifetime i can never recover.
you grow up and you somewhat own up and the whole time you're in and out of a motel finding bulk order art to be the most momentarily profound thing in your mind. but that's it and that's beautiful. it's all in your mind and it will always be in your mind.
i'm really sorry for all the things i said to you when i didn't know what to do. or how to be. or what to say. or when to tell you i didn't know how to be loved but i definitely knew i loved existing if it meant i was doing it with you.
i have learned a lot of little things that help me cope and lost a lot more along along the way. i've found what i finally need and lost every thing i longed for in the process.