Mar 31, 2023
I wish I didn’t reach out. I wish I didn’t need to tell you how I feel or why every piece of me feels ballooned and disproportionately jagged around the edges. I know there’s not much to talk about now but I want you to know I love you. And does that have to be saved for the tender moments? Today is bland. Tomorrow is the same. I wish I wasn’t here and my head didn’t hurt. I love you. I’ll tell u once and again and twice in a sentence if you don’t mind. I think it’s better to say it a few extra times than not enough.