December 2010
11 posts
it's you who will be found
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I remember the beginning of the end.
At home, alone, 22, in the bath with sticky sweet white wine and my abandoned journal and a pen that ran. The first bath I’d had since, maybe, 12.
The mirror steamed and I was drunk and my handwriting slanted and slid off the lines. And I faced for the first time how unhappy I was.
That moment didn’t exist for me then as it does now. I see it...
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