It is a terrifying feeling to realise that what you once knew to be the truth is infact a lie. Even when the lie is no longer relevent and life has grown and morphed into something better and different, the realisation still feels like a death.
And all that is left is this feeling in my stomach that i want to throw up out of my body, rid myself of so i can feel new and separate, shake it off me like a bad case of fleas.
Today is a bad day, if the rain subsides then tomorrow will be better, i just need to think of Nigels smile and see that i am in the future, with him and myself and my dog and that this is real, all the other shit was just passing time.
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