The fact I’m writing this, invalidates the truth I’m about to say.
I’m running out of reasons to stay. Every single day there’s one less reason to stay. It’s so tempting to just walk away.
I want to run out of reasons, it’d make things easier.
But the truth is I’m writing this because I still have reasons to stay, and as long as I have one reason left I will hold on.
I promise I will.
Just a calendar girl who’s in love with the world.
December, January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September…(?)
So whoever is up there, please don’t let me die.