people ask what the hardest part about dating after losing eddie has been. the hardest part is that i’m not myself. I’m evolving, i’m a mess. shouldn’t even be up in this business. grief makes me selfish and reckless (we all grieve differently). i’m a bad version of myself and now i’ve been given this license. I do whatever I wish.
no one likes a selfish person, a reckless person, a messy person. and no one likes to be told to leave. the hardest part is knowing that i’m not myself, but I will be eventually.
3:24 am.