we get better.
i started the morning thinking my lover might hate me because she wasnt talkative. it was. we had been talking about serious things.
the day. it became one of love. i painted with oil paints. i think i might go visit my audrey. i have eight hundred dollars, no job, and a night in her arms would be so so so very worth it. we get better.
i look at the past and feel a sadness but only slightly. im writing poetry. less of it is about my ex, winter, than i thought it would be. we get better.
i just hope shes ok.
we are just odd women. odd flawed women. a self professed loser helped me find a better course.
thank you lainey. it's good to know someone whose brain is messed up kinda like mine. youve been doing better, youre happy and im happy for you. a year ago you had me blocked and now i trust you with my life and the things underneath my lies. we get better.
thank you faye. you are far away but youve always been kind in your own way, a blunt caring way.
thank you foura. you are alive and thats wonderful.
thank you jenny. you are you and the you that you are is kind and caring.
thank you lily. i love you darling.
thank you audrey. a girl so understanding and loving and odd.
thank you you.
thank you luna and anthy for reading my last post.
we get better.
Things will go bad. You will struggle. You will fail. You will fail. You will burn. You will break. You will fail. You will burn. You will break. You will fail. You will burn. You will break. You will fail. You will burn. You will break.
and we get better.
and baby. we get better. oh yes we do. oh we do.
hey all of you. i love you. even those who hate me.
i got to paint today. and talk to friends. and listen to music. and be in the sun. goodnight. i really got to sleep.
i love my beautiful and flawed autistic wife.
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