DIA
Someone once said happiness is a butterfly.
If that were to be true, I believe not many of them flew my way.
I turn on the tap and let the water fill the bathtub. It's cold at first, making me gasp. I find my way back to the tap and make the water warmer, then lean with my back against the wall of the bathtub. I try to close my eyes and relax. I remember how I loved to take long baths, fill the tub with bubbles and just calm down. Be alone with my thoughts. Have thousands of lyrics and notes play in my head, creating new songs, new melodies, new rhythms. I would sit there for ages, playing with the water, being alone with my thoughts.
Walls. So many walls. The cupboard. The kitchen counter. Red.
I begin shouting. I begin sobbing. This has been a bad idea. Being alone with my thoughts has been a bad idea. I thought I could do it. I thought one month and two weeks were enough. I thought getting a tattoo was enough.
It will never be enough. I'll forever have the past as my greatest enemy. I'll forever be broken.
I scream.
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RomanceDIA I'm used to being alone. I have been my whole life. Lately, all I've been doing is trying to heal. They say the past will always haunt you. I guess that's true. They all call me a liar. And for once, I'll give them what they want. I'll fake dat...
