I have eleven friends and none of them know me
The real version of me is typing this at 2am in a dark room.
The real version of me is typing this at 2am in a dark room.
But I haven’t forgiven her. I don’t think I’m supposed to.
Everyone thinks I left because I got a better offer.
The one person who was supposed to hold space for me.
It’s been two years. He doesn’t even post anymore.