When I walked outside this morning, something had changed. I thought at first it was the lukewarm arm that met my face, or the lack of cars on the road, but I was walked farther up the hill, I realized that the birds were out.
The birds were singing.
I'm not sitting in a cardboard box. I'm listening to Waltz #1, over and over again, trying to deal with my feelings. It doesn't matter that my mind is stuck somewhere West of here, it doesn't matter how broken off I feel because I wasn't put on this earth to hurt people,
Or to break wine-glasses in a dark living room.
I can't say more. I can't write more. I want this to be over. I don't deserve to feel guilty. I don't deserve anyone.
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