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One of the most heartbreaking things I’ve realized in the past three weeks of my first summer home from college is that after hanging out with certain people I walk away not being able to see our friendship in three years.
People have moved to different cities or are in different countries or have built complete separate families that don’t include me and I know I’m sounding like a whiny 4 year old but guise those were muh bitches and I don’t like that this is happening.
the sniffles have arrived ON MY FACE and ugh I feel like a pile of poop
Maybe I can’t perfectly boil an egg or make one of those foam leaf things on top of coffee but I know I’d be good at loving you, if you’d let me.
(old poem found amongst discarded drafts)
Sometimes I think I’m alright
but then there are times like yesterday afternoon,
when a bit of grey had leaked into the sky
and like ink, it bled into the rest of the world
changing its color
I guess I cried for you yesterday
I guess I did
No amounts of warm mugs of tea
or words like periwinkle
will ever change the fact that
I’m full of tiny cracks
that can’t ever be mended