Fuck everything but, I’m glad you didn’t hold my hand through it, you’re not supposed to! But I still wish I could kill myself to prove a point. I wish I was in more photos. I wish I sought more. But you held the space for me in the crucial moments when I needed it. You didn’t hold my hand through it all. You can’t, I know you can’t. And I’m glad you didn’t. But I still hurt, even though I never asked for anything, even if I try to expect nothing. So why am I aching when I thought I would accept whatever happens? I guess my expectations grew. I thought we were growing on eachother










