i hate when people tell me things to help me “move on.” i don’t want to move on. I don’t want to forget. Actually, I want this to never have happened.

I thought I’ve been sad before. Nothing compares.

I know it’s unhealthy, but sometimes I just pretend he’s still here.

A little light on a cozy night

Don’t just sit there; tell me what I wanna know!

I don’t know how to cure this ache without being irrational

Whiteface mountain

I started really bawling today out of anger and fatigue and frustration but after a while I didn’t want to cry anymore so I stopped and was still sad but I moved on because you can’t do much else when you’re crying. It’s pretty consuming. So basically I was thinking I could be doing better things than crying. I don’t know if that’s fucked up or smart or what.


La la la I hate everything

I just went back and read some of my old posts and I’m remembering how sad I was all the time. It makes me sad to think about how sad I was.