I’m supposed to start working soon and I got into grad school but when the fireworks started I cried my eyes out and hid in the closet until they stopped.
Progress, regress, egress.
Some things ARE better.
Some things ARE harder or more painful.
And some things I am still looking for a way out of.
Time heals some wounds. Others it turns into a dull ache, a longing, for what could have been.
And it didn’t kill me. So maybe I am stronger in ways.
But goddamn did it hurt.
And then there are things so amazing I never could have dreamed of.
And it’s all swirled together in this chaos we call life.
Laughs and Lobotomies 