Sometimes, people disappear. And it is like falling flat on your back, dude. It is something that takes the very air out of your lungs.

Have you read something of yours, something that hits you harder than the day you wrote it?

Here I am again. Months after reblogging this from myself. A different person than I was Jan. 3rd of this year. I cannot believe I thought losing you was the cherry on top. It was only the beginning. Dec. to April has been so gut-wrenching that it has felt as though a millennium. Not that you give a fuck but I'm trying so hard to be okay lately. But then again, my mom is dying and all I have to save myself is to focus on myself. Starting school again. Going to finally be done and have a career soon. Back to running. And trying so fucking hard to find the urge to write again. Because fuck am I overwhelmed with more words and emotions than this little body can contain.