Do you ever get that weird nostalgia where you miss or grow lonely for someone that was toxic, but, damn, they felt good to be around for the brief moments they didn’t exude toxicity?
Yeah, my life is like that. Constantly.
Sometimes being a writer is tough because I have all of these drafts of things that were totally about you/you/& maybe you too. I keep reading them and laughing, then sighing, sometimes cry laughing.
But really, there’s something that happens in the body’s chemistry when another human touches you.
I am dough, come leave your fingerprints and sculpt my body. (CLICHEALERTZ).
I’m so……..empty…..right now.