guess i made it through this time.
not sure that i'm much the same.
its weird how much changes in one day,
let alone a couple hours.
don't read between the lines.
i'm not writing about you.
not really. still thinking of you.
i'm thinking of feeling loved
all the time.
its good.
made it through without that guilt.
life keeps on, and its a tough go.
whether or not i decide to notice..
i'm so damn vague,
not sure how to feel. i used to believe anything.
i'm more open in my stumbling.
and all the better just for trying.
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