i thought it’d be nice to have this
but now i prefer to keep all these sorts of things in my heart, where it still hurts just as much to remember them, but at least where they are safe from criticism and public knowledge. i think i started this blog in the moments immediately after, thinking i had to bottle everything about the past two years so it wouldn’t fly away. how silly of me…because honestly, these memories aren’t going anywhere. they sit next to me on the train, they join me in my naps, they are everywhere i am.
