Am I strong or am I choosing to fling myself against the world in the way that will hurt me most?
I feel like I'm writing a manual for how to lose everything you love.
How do I take care of myself and everyone else? Honesty is not enough.
I don't know how to deal with my feelings when it's too cold to get in water. Things felt real all summer but in a dreamlike, context-free way. Now it's rubbed in my face that they're both real and lasting.