One random day, you will have convinced yourself that you are miniscule, unimportant, too much and fake. You will try to shrink yourself into inexistence, and when that doesn’t work, you will take matters into your own hands and delete proof of your existence…slowly. But you will be so slow to do that that you have your life left. You have your life and a small part of you that remembers. That small part tethers you to the before, the unknowing you, and that small part will make you miserable. But the larger part of you will want to move on. So, you do. But the small part will never go away. It remains small, but it remains loud. You will start again, and you will love yourself this time, but you will remember before, and you will be miserable.
