Rewind

I looked in my agenda today and wanted to write in a test in may, when I saw I had written something on the 2nd of may:

"Nobody will ever love you quite the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best"

It took me a second to figure out why I had written that, and once I got it I wished I had never realized. The second of may is the day I got together with R, 3 years ago.

Makes me want to overdose on painkillers, and the thought makes me smile because painkillers can't kill you, they can only damage your liver. Naive thought.

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