october 2014
can't tell if I'm wildly depressed
or finally "happy" or at least
a stable individual
since you died
new york is nice
I think I'm in love, sometimes
I keep making lists on post-its
(cue "Nothing Gets Crossed Out")
painting wings makes me feel stronger
choosing outfits makes me feel stronger
I fix my eyebrows and feel
invincible
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