Updated: Jul 4, 2021
I don’t think I’ll ever love again without constantly looking for the small print, the punchline, the trapdoor.
You only love without looking down a few times in your life, and when that ability is gone, you never notice it until you try again. You tell yourself you’d do anything to be capable of it just one more time, forgetting that it was exactly that which got you here in the first place.
fuck there is simply too much emotional homework involved in being an adult
I will not be updating this anymore, or if I do, it will be extremely sporadic. I have to force myself to write in my private journal, which is more important, and there's no point in writing two diff
my mental health is so bad. I think I need some help. this existence is fucking pointless.
To preface this post, I want to say that if you have lost a loved one recently, especially a pet, I wouldn't read any further. While Jack's death was heartbreaking and sudden, it could have been much,