Are Worse Than Others.
Some days are days that I want to let go of forever and leave behind me. But it never quite works that way- never works as I have planned.
Those days stay with me for as long as I want to forget them. They float around the back of my head, punctuating daily life with pain, misunderstanding, and self-loathing. They push me around and whisper terrible things.
Those days stick.
And they wound.
And they just won't let go.
No matter what I do, no matter how many lengths to which I go- travel to Iceland? Get another tattoo- hopefully one that will last? Starve?- those days stay with me. And even that is not the right amount of emphasis- they HAUNT me.
Some days are like poltergeists.
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