I'd rather be whining about unrequited teenage love
than to suffer the complicated things about adult relationships
I miss worrying about my appearance the way I did
in a idealized way
secretly hoping it would all be a matter of time

I miss being alone in my room
not being alone in my apartment




I do realize I'm stronger
I do realize I'm wiser
I do realize I'm independent
I do realize I'll be through it
But I still cry and feel fearful
vulnerable
breakable