This is the novel I wrote to my friend Jake before he left. I honestly cannot fathom how I wrote that all, but in the end I actually can. I couldn’t stop writing because of all the memories and all of the things he has done for me as a person, as a friend, as a human being.
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I feel obligated to speak up finally. I am bitter and frigid, I am sad and I want to feel wholesome again and it’s incredibly difficult and I don’t want to deal with anyone or anything. I just want to revert back to normal. I can’t have closure. Not yet.
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