this week’s exhaustive elucidations

by kkmeow

I had a whole coca~cola for the first time.

I watched south park for the first time.

I read to Anna the poem I wrote about her step father’s death and shared untouchable raw pain without flinching for the first time.

My brother flew in from England. We sat talking for hours and he quietly agreed that the rest of our family had given up on me. I trembled & sobbed, repeating “I just want a family”. He held onto me and repeated “I am your family” . It was the first time I forgot for a moment, about all my running.