yesterday's sad ending (when am i gonna get over this?)

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yesterday’s sad ending bridget graham



a.)

I just wanted someone to notice. I cried so fucking much, I cried to Ruthie, to Eve, to Katrina, to Olivia, to Emilie, to Reilly, I would

crack just a little and then it would come gushing

out, like a broken toy, like smashed fruit.

one said anything after they hugged me.

asked if

But no

They never

I was okay, as if my tears had happened in

the moment but not before not after and there was

nothing behind it.

(My theory that everyone thinks they are the only living person still persists.) But if there was something physical they would notice, it would finally give and finally someone would ask if I was okay, if I was still crying and I would say Yes, YES, YES I AM. I’M STILL CRYING AND BLEEDING. SEE, LOOK RIGHT HERE. b.) Test run. What can you do if you’re screwed enough, if you’re rash enough, if it hurts enough? Can you turn against the gift, your legs that have carried you, your arms that have held you up? c.)

NONE OF THE ABOVE


and i’ve already s time, doing thing doing thing doing doingthing thin doing thing doing thing doing thin doing thing doing doingthing thin doing doingthing thin


spent so much

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no really.

I’M FINE


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