Dear friend
I wish I were braver. I wish I had the courage to tell you what really goes on in my mind. I wish I could tell my therapist just how painful all this is without being told affirmations like “I am enough”. I don't want empty words, I want to stop hurting. Why can't anyone make it stop hurting?
Dear stranger
Why did that day hurt? I had years to process, overcome, and accept that you were not the person I hoped you could have been; the person you never were. And still I cried.
Dear friend
I don't want to be here. I don't want the pain. But it's all I know.
Dear friend
I always said I should write more often. I regret that it's not under happier circumstances but, hey, what am I if not consistently inconsistent?
Dear friend
I don't blog as often as I should. One of my biggest outlets that I used during difficult times, a place to call my own and know that you would be here listening. Slightly judging, frustrated perhaps, but always listening. It's unfortunate that I cut back on this, knowing that it's a healthy expression. At least, I'd like to hope it is.