30
May
Dear Self, I am proud of you. You’re not yet there, not half where you want to be, but you’re doing great! You have fought a lonely painful battle. It is still so painful; you cry every single time you think about it. It’s still too fresh. I know.... I know you look forward to withdrawing from the party to cry in peace. You tell those silly perverted jokes and make them laugh, just so you can run off alone to cry and wish you could talk to someone. They say you’re a good listener, a natural helper but you’re…