I don’t know what it is recently, I’m taking my medication, and again, I think that’s a sign for me and not you-
But I don’t know what it is, I can’t stop thinking about you.
Your father.
Howard.
I’m just spiraling.
I’m getting it out of my head, writing it down, typing it out, cause if I held onto it I’d be gnashing my teeth and having migraines.
I wish we worked out.
That’s all I can seem to do.
I wrote on Twitter today that the universe/god has blessed me with divine timing before, and I don’t know of were a case for that but that little man that reminds me of that golden glow wants me to hold out hope.
It feels so stupid tho.
Like I just want to rot away.