“it’s going to be ok” right? yea of course that’s what they always say. it’s a lie just like when I text you “I’m fine” with tears in my eyes while my skin burns with all the “cat scratches”
Even with the terrible memories of you. I will have a great life. I just need to learn to love myself again. Even with the thoughts of you. In (not) loving memory of the unlovable self.