Okay honestly. I feel terrible lol. I have a lot of good going for me right now but what means is there to celebrate anything?
I shaved my head a month or two ago. I don’t regret it. I loved it short. Buzzed. It’s growing out. I actually think it’s growing on me *badumtss*
People love me. People care about me. I am funny. I am careful. I am quick witted. I am this. I am that. Imagine people caring about you. I have this.
Imagine having love. Because I do. I know it can be tough.
Imagine having support. Because I do. It can be a little overwhelming but it engulfs me.
Imagine having none of it when you need it.
being a support system for yourself.
Imagine realizing the unimaginable. Imagine now, these people who have held you so close have done so at their own reckoning. Imagine conveniency. Imagine laying aside your shit so much you’re not even a serious factor.
You are funny. You are careful. You are this, that. Quick witted. Maybe not this time.
Imagine yourself yanking at loose ends you never sewed up because you were too busy tying everyone else’s.
