it might be getting easier. i might be drinking a churchill at 2.30 in the morning for no reason apart from wanting to sleep easier, but i think it might be getting easier. and it's a pretty delicious drink.
something i've learnt today: there's nothing wrong with who i am now. there really isn't. there is nothing lacking in my life (apart from some excess spending cash maybe) that i absolutely need, and i can really live without what i want.
as it is, the worst part is still about losing a good friend. but then again, was it ever about that? who fucking knows?
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