So I finally (finally!) came back. And then I proceeded to become a little ridiculous.
A life of leisure wrapped in a delusion of productivity. Spending money irresponsibly, eating peanut butter on toast multiple times a day, drinking and reuniting almost every night.
This place felt familiar but the unexpected heartache didn't.
In hindsight I had only barely just tippytoed back into reality. The other me was still living in my place.
