you can spend a whole 24 hours trying to make sense of your pain, brewing metaphors to make yourself less sick but it'll never actually serve the purpose of making the door between you and her any less closed
Even though it hurts like hell. Even though it’s wildly inconvenient. Even though you feel stupid or embarrassed for feeling it. Even though you’ve psychoanalyzed yourself to death and traced the issue all the way back to your childhood mistreatment. The only way out is through here.
