I hope that when i say "everything will be alright" i don't need to mention that everything will be broken, fucked up for the rest of your fucking broken life. I know that's not even close to what you want from me, yeah i know it's not uplifting in the way you maybe think you need to hear. but it's the truth. it's not what we deserve but it's what we've got. we'll fight the rising of the tide our entire fucking lives and we'll find a way to make it work.
It's been a while between shower breakdowns. the interval is getting longer and we both know there's always going to be another one [for fucksake, i can see it right now. perched on the back of your skull just waiting to leap] but it's been a while. and it's like clinging to some sort of life raft - like counting the days could somehow penetrate the haze - what the fuck am i doing here? beige tiles. a cycle that won't ever end.
but for now, it's been a while. goddamm i'm so fucking proud of you.