This medication feels wonderful, feels like I’m Over it and have moved on.
Of course, the irony is that this might be the second or even third time I’ve written a statement like that, but the long wait for closure is done, I’m not looking for it anymore.
In some weird and fucked up way, it feels like I got the closure I so desired.
But now what?
Do I keep updating this blog?
The playlist?
Probably. I can’t help but think of you from time to time, which is how it was before the plague of madness, but we survived that and now I have to go and build a life knowing I had a few screws loose for like 10 years.
Embarrassing.
I’ll be in and out of this.
I love you.
That hasn’t changed.
But I say it with this sadness for what was, and not with the optimism of what could be.
Maybe it’s better to say I loved you.
Maybe.