Sunday, 10 January 2021

letter to myself

Oh putain, oh putain, oh putain!!!
Breathe.
Calm.
No need to over-react. No need to change course.
Do not allow hope.
Do not.
For fuck's sake, don't you fucking dare start to let hope open the fucking door. It's closed. Shut. It cannot be. We are over.
You've dealt with it, no let it be.
Oh putain.