By this time next year, I won’t be in this place anymore. I hope the year that I have left here will be beautiful and beneficial and will prepare me for the greatness ahead.
Having this deep desire to talk dreamily to all of the people in my past that I talked dreamily to. I miss being 17 and having connections that I didn’t understand the importance of.
Literally, ignore them.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.