I remember earlier this year, when it was still winter, when we sat in my car and fogged up the windows because we were talking so fast. Our words filled the gaps of time we had lost. We were describing what had happened in the past year and it was eerie to me how much alike our stories were. You said how the medicine helped you calm down, how the incoherent noises in your head became a symphony.
For once, I’m listening to you. I’m getting help.Posted 1 year ago with 0 notes