Where was closure when I needed it?
I keep looking back, while holding on to a distorted memory of what once was. One where the good times seem more prominent than the bad times, when I know that's not right. I keep going back to those days, those very dark days. I have a million memories tied to you. Ever so often, something I see or hear triggers a connection to you and that past we shared. I wonder what you've become. I wonder if you are still picking up pieces, just like I am. Maybe you've moved on, like I have. Perhaps you are happier now, as am I. I try to forgive myself, hope you do too. I hope you've realised that things turned out for the best.
Shuri suffers from a chronic case of mental diarrhea and is often plagued by a hyperactive imagination that does not show in her ordinary conversations with others. This blog is what her (imaginary) therapist recommended so that she won't explode with a build up of overwhelming thoughts.
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