Volume III
God, how old am I?
This summer feels like it’s lasted for years- and it’s not even over.
In some ways it’s been the quietest, most low key sum of months in my life. In others it’s been the wildest, most dangerously informing, transformative, cathartic, metamorphic sum of moments in my life.
They say the study of thine own self is the key to our source- the infinite collective (of love, I believe) of which we’re each individual expressions. But my human experience doesn’t read like a textbook. I often wish it would.
Mostly I find myself just trying to get through the next ten minutes without breaking- mostly over the knowledge that I probably won’t break. I’m a strong girl. But being that feels harder than anything sometimes.
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“You’ve been abandoned by key figures your whole life. Don’t abandon yourself.”
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I won’t, Laurence.
My cup isn’t half full or empty. Because it’s not a cup-
It’s an ocean.