I might not show it enough but that slight show up of “hey…I like you despite seeing this not so great parts of you. I’m glad you’re my friend. I’m glad I found you”
Are jewels in my memory.
Some nights are always harder than the others. I know this yet tonight logic is offering no sort of comfort tonight. It’s just all point angles and aching chest.
Maybe I’m just no good at this whole living thing yet.
It all hurts. This need to be loved by yourself and others occasionally crops up like a horrible flu…and I need it to go away.