ponderch3rry

*sigh*

The only thing I can do when I think of you or talk to you is block out all the really dumb shit you're doing right now, and go back to the lake, or the beach under the stars... In those places you made sense, you touched my soul, we connected and the whole fucking world seemed to make sense. You gave me strength, and your words continue to give me strength every single day...

I know why you're doing it to yourself, numbing yourself and killing the part of you I loved so dearly. Your own words counter this shit... And it's so fucking frustrating... And by this point I'm not even worried anymore. I know you're strong, and I know that YOU know about all of this fucking shit. Grrr I say..... Fucking grrr...

This has been the longest and strangest two weeks of my life... In the best possible way...

*goes outside to smoke a clove cigarette under the clear night sky*

xo