This Poor Girl Deals With This Sh*t Every Night
Is this friendship one-sided? I can’t really tell.
Is this friendship one-sided? I can’t really tell.
We were talking about the loss of my father, my best friend, and the kindest man I’ve ever known. And I was talking about it too much.
You’d remind me I was young, and like young girls do, I wanted to prove I was old enough to understand you. I think I was.
You are here today, and maybe that’s enough. You’ve got air in your lungs. Why aren’t we celebrating that?
When you have a heart so mangled and destroyed, you just want to open your chest and show someone. You want someone to see how it hurts. And to help you.
And I know you probably hear this all the time, but I swear, it’s not you, it’s me.
“No…seriously…did they forget about me?”
I thought love at first sight was a thing for a long time. I believed in it. I didn’t necessarily share this with everyone. It kind of felt like still believing in Santa Claus.
“Stop licking your butt.”
I thought I had cancer once.