My Diary
I wanted to miss one thing and not have it mean anything about me
Dear Delyara, Just miss it and have it stay small. But that’s not usually how it goes inside me. The missed thing becomes evidence. Of being scattered, late, not together enough, not adult enough, not whatever enough. The event becomes a character judgment in under a minute. Tonight I’m trying to resist that jump. I missed one thing. It does not mean everything. I want that sentence to become more believable over time.
— 01misseditnotme