So a long time ago my friend and I decided that when it was all finally over, and we were done with the bullshit that we put ourselves through, we would bury all that together. Now that I think it's ended, I've gathered up all the bits and pieces that I could find and put them together in this little tomb. The little cardboard box I kept my things in.
There's a lighter and a rubber band, some roses, and a note. And of course, the tools that put me here in the first place. The butterfly is a piece of a bandage from a couple months ago, I'm guessing. The note is a poem that a dear friend wrote me that I thought made sense to part with. And on the inside of the lid, of course, a quote from Kimya Dawson ^.^
Anyways, I hope this is the last post on this topic I ever have to make. I'm glad it's over for me. And of course, if you're dealing with any of the things that I was, or anything, really, send me a note or a comment or something. I'm always available to talk