journal · letter · new years resolution



You were the best of the worst in people. It was what I loved and envied most about you – your flawless ability to be heinously blithe. You laughed at my demons, but bore them for me. You mocked my pain, but took a share of it. And then you left without a care, but not until I could endure them on my own. Although your insouciance was obscene, I’ve never begrudged you for it. In fact, I need to thank you for it. I might not have made it without it.





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