Friday, 22 April 2011

it's a lie

that it gets easier. It gets less intense. It gets less constant. It gets less devastating. But it doesn't get easier. The loss and longing and hurt and regret and sadness and pain and love and wishing and wanting and shock are all still there, just bubbling away under the surface.

But as time goes on people expect it should get easier and that you shouldn't be stuck or sad or vulnerable. So in that way it gets harder because it's all still there but no-one wants to care anymore.

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