for the past month i have not been myself
i have had no personality
an empty shell
but
i hadn't realized i had lost myself.
or maybe i thought it didn't matter?
it's ironic
because i think the opposite was supposed to happen
(when that happened)
i feel like i am finally myself again
been a little reckless
more outgoing
dancing
but not ballet
a little bitter
some people are assholes
but
sometimes it's beautiful to have something
sad
happen to you
because it can remind your heart
who you are.
("I have my fits but feeling is good")
the endless summer has returned
and it feels
pretty.
damn.
good.
