Light your cigarette and tell me how I make the world okay

Dear Blog,

It’s Easter! Time seems to fly by quickly these days.

I got soaked while running in the rain 2 days ago. Now I have a running nose and feel like shit. Need to medicate myself before work tomorrow.

You know what? Adulting sucks. I wish I could sleep all day and not think about work right now. I feel weak and vulnerable, not a good combo for a workaholic such as myself.

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“Dear me,

I’m sorry. 

I’m sorry that I didn’t give you enough time to heal, that I let you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst yours were still bleeding. I’m sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry about you. I’m sorry that there were days where you cried yourself under the shower so no one could see your pain. And I am so sorry I did not love you, like you deserved to be loved.”