it won't always be like this

you won't always feel this way

i wrote those words eleven months and three days ago.

i thought that if i wrote them down, they would be real. i thought that writing about my emptiness would somehow fill me up. i thought that if i could convince myself that the words were true, they would somehow become true.

but it's still like this.

i still feel this way.

my heart still hurts. my soul is still tired. i'm still nostalgic and pining, and it's still hard to wake up in the morning. 

it's still like this

i still feel this way