You will search for me in another person. I promise

A lot can happen in 6 months, but I never expected this.

I still get sad about everything that happened. Every now and then it just hits me. Sometimes, it takes days for me to get over it.

And if you’re going to walk out of my life and leave, I ask one thing of you. Once you’re gone and you see that I’m doing fine, don’t you dare come back.

Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.

Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin, and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty. Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.