Every day I hold, in my hands, smell, touch and feel, all the ways I’m healing and encouraging that Little Girl
She got away and it saved her.
I ate 5 freezer corndogs in one sitting the other day and felt like crying, but didn’t because I didn’t want to talk about it, because it felt good to do that in a place where it wasn’t going to follow me if I didn’t want it to.
It felt rich.
I enjoyed every minute of it.
My hair looks really fucking gay and people who used to walk right through me, think about what my masses would look like bouncing back off their strapons and it makes my blood curdle.
You won’t ever get this and I’m growing my hair out.
We don’t have two pennies to rub together but every day with Them feels like an all expense paid vacation to Heaven
My dad keeps calling and leaving sloppy beer soaked pleas and all of a sudden I’m sitting next to a neat pile of hair wondering why you won’t get real so the rest of us can go on.
I’m seeing Her in my face and gestures more and more every day and I’m just trying to figure out how to forgive without falling.
But don’t any of you feel worried about me because I never think of you and every day when I remind myself to keep not to thinking about you, it makes me stronger.
Don’t keep in touch
Don’t stay cool over the summer
I don’t 143
