Kayce
Bits and fragments of a 20 year old girl learning to cope and love, and everything in between.
"I sit on my bed and pretend I am the ocean.
My hair is seaweed.
My body is water.
My nail beds could be seasells.
I muse myself.
I must be the ocean.
So that it will make sense when you leave,
and I become the storm".
oh my god. i did it. i left. i left you. now a huge weight has been lifted on my shoulder and i’m genuinely happy. oh my god i broke your fucking spell. oh my god.
i feel so good.
ugh.
maybe it’ll hit me tomorrow but right now i’m so happy.