Let's Change The Stars With Our Eyes...

And I still don’t miss you. I thought this would be harder, but I don’t actually miss you at all. I don’t miss the red flags, the constant harassment, the laziness, entitlement, manipulation, the constant spending of MY money, the insecurity so severe you had to constantly ask your mother for opinions, then turn around and complain about how she was never there for you, the hypercritical…

I’ve spent years cherishing my breath. Going on long hikes, camping during hot summers, swimming until I was almost part fish, diving for items at the bottom of the lake. Gasping for air once I finally broke the surface. I’ve laughed until I cried, making those weird high pitch wheezing noises as tears streamed from my eyes. I have lost my voice shouting during many, many concerts. Loving the…