I think I broke a curse at the end of June. I hope it stays this way. I hope I never feel as lost as I did when it hurt in a way that I thought felt good. What is it that I really want? I don't know. Maybe I want to abandon shame and run off or dissolve into a fine mist like the one that washes over pretty produce in the grocery store. The past five years felt like an embarrassment ritual and I don't have anybody but myself to blame. I have never been this connected to my physical self for as long as I've been alive. I've come to like this realm and I never want to experience such an extended period of deteriorating heartbreak ever again. Now more than ever, I hate the idea of letting myself down. I'll figure it out eventually.
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