Cases of the plague on the rise. Provincial borders closed. 8pm curfew. Socializing is fast becoming outlawed and the chance of being vaccinated is slim. Staring out the windows on the empty street below I don’t see things getting better. This city is in for a long and gruelling summer. Drinking in the night air was my only hope.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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