A book I'd read once said this, "Sugar Beth thought of Tallulah and the bitterness that came over women who defined their lives only through their relationships with men" (Ain't She Sweet?).
I'm a little bit too much like Tallulah.
But how badly I wish not to be.
I had read somewhere else this, "if you're going to measure yourself worth by a number it might as well be counted by the number of people who have been lucky enough to have you in their lives."
It's a bittersweet feeling to lay them all to rest.
In loving memory of you.
–A/N– hello. thank you all for taking the time to read this. I have spent an awful amount of time carrying around the guilt of past lovers for the entirety of my 18 years of life. I'm ready to start fresh and let it all go. Maybe one day I'll print all these out and burn them.
Either way, I hope you can lay someone to rest in these pages. Maybe you can finally lay yourself down.
Again, thank you all for taking the time to read. It means the absolute world to me.
