New

When everything is new, everything unsure, and you’re not here for me to fall on, to lean on, I’m unsure what to do.

This isn’t fun.

I don’t reccommend it.

And there’s nothing I can do to make it stop: it has begun. And who can hold back the rain? who can do more than shelter and try to cope?

Am I coping?

Now I’ve gone all teen-journal…

This will be a defining moment/experience/process in my life?

Who will I be when it subsides? who will we be? will we be?

I hope so….