if the elephants have past lives and are destined to always remember…
it’s embarrassing for me to admit, but i’m messing everything up, i think.
against the jagged background of my seething anger and hatred for a certain d, the bruising question still remains: does the fact that this is still bothering me, that it still has this much power over my life, point to failure on my part? am i doing something wrong, or is this all a natural course of things until “time passes and heals all” (a phrase i have been told so many times, but only frustrates me further)? but if it’s the latter, why am i miserably losing at this race to recovering/rebounding? i’m gasping for air in my attempts to surpass the d, but i’m just not fast enough. it’s a race in quicksand, but he somehow seems to have amazing quicksandshoes.
maybe it’s the weather, but i’m not feeling too great. god, i’ve become a silly high school melodramatic, the type i always used to make fun of. i fail.
…it’s no wonder how they scream.
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