to all this may concern:

i am sorry you are miserable. i am sorry that you feel that your unhappiness has the right to be contagious. but i will not wait around for you to feel better anymore. i will not work to see you smile only so you can attempt to damage my good feeling. you can have your sadness or depression or whatever you would like to label it as. i will keep my upright chin and happy endings, even if there are some scary parts between now and then. i do not love you any less, i just will no longer strive to make you love me more.

[“i wish you luck tonight. i wish you luck with the rest of your life and whatever you strive to be when you decide it. here’s your backpack, please never speak to me again.”]

The Cartographer of [her own] Hair.

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