i have grew into everything i hated, but as many times that i shed so many skins
and sprouted countless new leaves, i will try harder.
to the happiness that seems to be fleeting.
i have been in happier places before.
i have been genuinely and truly loved.
i have felt that aching in my ribs from laughing so fucking hard with people i love.
now is just a bit of that down-slope of the roller coaster, memory-served,
to love and be loved; but not depending on this alone.
a reminder served: i can grow, again, if i want to.
