I wish the week stopped on friday. I had an unforgettable day with my little girl, and everything with her is different. I can be myself even when I’m always myself. I can cry and let my makeup slide all over my face when she’s next to me, and she won’t say anything. She would look at me and smile and that’s when I know the world/my world has a meaning.
I wish the week ended on friday, because on friday my life had a purpose. Today is just another day that adds up to the feeling of emptiness May evoques on me.
Last night was the night when I realized how stupid and vulnerable I am, and even though is acceptable to make mistakes and try not to make them again, it felt like I’ve been failing all my life.
Last night, I’m never going to forget…
