Why Still Awake Exists
This is not a blog. This is a room with the lights off and the door open.
This is not a blog. This is a room with the lights off and the door open.
But I haven’t forgiven her. I don’t think I’m supposed to.
The real version of me is typing this at 2am in a dark room.
Everyone thinks I left because I got a better offer.
The one person who was supposed to hold space for me.