July 30, 2020
What do I need?
I need to cry, to be held and listened to. To not be judged for my reactions, for my endless rambles. To grieve everything I've lost, so quick in their procession. I know some of them aren't gone but I can't go back to before. There is no more.
So please, love me, and forgive me for taking my own time with this. I can't go on like the rest of you.