i had just finished writing when i started to date the piece, then i realized it did not belong in that journal. i realized it was a new year at that point, and it sunk in. i never expected to still be here. i was not suppose to live past this year, but here i am. what does this mean? i still feel the need to take it sometimes—my life, i mean. i'm still in that tug of war. things are still bad, and my future is more uncertain than ever. but i'm still here. that has to mean something. it has to mean something
there are no rules. you know what's right and what's wrong.
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holding on; 2019
Non-Fictioni never expected to be here for this. i did not think the need would let me go. i can still feel it's grip, but i might as well hold on as well. it's only fair-isn't it? a self-documentation.