i got better

I got better. I really did.I promised everyone I’d get better and I did. There are tear stains on my eyelids and so my lashes are wet. Why is that? I don’t know… probably the nostalgia and comfort of my own dark times where I would sit in a corner and try to find myself in every possible way: I’d pick up the phone and stare at the blank screen for hours, hoping something will change. It was absorbing me, but I am still me. Everyone who left me didn’t believe that all of that went away by now, sometimes I think about them and I hope they are doing well, only sometimes because they never left a final goodbye, and that's fine. 

Now I’m still in the same room I was in years ago, sitting in the same bed, same corner, same weird walls and surreal decorations, but I feel fine. I got better