i look back and i hurt for the girl who would be crumpled in her bed right now.
she does not know this year will still demand more from her,
that she will not rest.
that it will not be okay.
lonely ghost towns and staircases.
the girl who only had her reflection for company,
the only one that dared to make eye contact.
i wish i could tell her it gets better, but honestly?
the year is going to make her want to give in, give up, give out.
give everything she has until there's nothing left,
and then give that up too.
and she will.
and she will fall to her knees,
and she will not get back up for months.
but when she does, i will be here.
and we will meet again.