Jan. 5

I’ll write from a place of hurt and sound like a bitch, let me stop. What happened to being solid, what happened to being unbothered. My superpower. But in contrast what happened to being real. What happened to being open. This hurt could become my greatest inspiration. I think I love her in this moment. Let me stop. After all that’s what you’re here for, that’s why this exists. I don’t know, I’ll come back in a few days. Come back to you the only thing I know will be here. Todays days my birthday… I say that in the most melancholy way possible.

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