he tells me what to do he tells me why to do it he tells me how to do it he tells me when to do it and then when I do it he's like "what are you doing?"
i keep a document on my phone called “things that felt like the end of the world but weren’t.”
every time i’m spiraling i add to it.
then i read the old ones.
“didn’t get into first choice college” (met my best friend at second choice).
“thought i’d never get over them” (can barely remember their face now.
it’s becoming proof that i can survive everything. even this.