buzzcut season

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

it’s so strange how I used to be 18 and with the energy to do anything and everything all the time and now having to make dinner or walking home from work is like the biggest chore of my life

this isn’t about hating her this is about recognizing there will always be a small part of me a little hurt and a little scared and it’s my job to care for that part in the way she needed at the time

does anyone know if it’s happening to everybody

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day

Do you ever feel like people want pieces of you but never all of you?