It

Sometimes I wonder if "it" is ever gonna be "ok" again. I don't know. I don't know that it's not but it doesn't feel like it is. I wish I could erase 2013 from my life.

I started falling in love and someone who I cared about a lot decided my friendship wasn't a thing anymore. Then the person I was in love with decided I wasn't really a thing anymore. Then my dad died. That was the first half of the year.

I started working a couple months later and most of my soul died. It is still a big ball of darkness and loathing, except for four little fires that remind me I'm a person. Two of them are the the person I was in love with and the person who is not my friend.

Sometimes I'm worried that "moving on" means I will stop being a person.