every few months or so i let go and i have a really good cry.
today was one of those days.
there's only so much baggage i can carry around before the bags begin to tear. nostalgia, denial, fear, repression, guilt, ambivilance, and self-loathing all came to the surface, tonight. and the scent of someone who is no longer beside me to keep me sane. i miss snotting on the person i love. thank god for cigarettes and ice cream. i'm not due again until august.
yours,
ick.