Hello, November. It's been a long year. I'm ready to throw it all back, get naked and climb under the covers for a nice, long binge sleep. Pretend that a good 60% of this never happened. Wouldn't mind dabbing a little concealer on the things I've seen, said and done in the past 3 months.
There is something eating at me, and I need to drive a stake through it before I change into someone I'm not; before everyone notices. I have bigger goals for myself than a single feeling, or a temporary reprieve from loneliness.
I'm better than this.
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