This is the part that I love the best:
"You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don’t need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn’t mean you’re incapable of real love or that you’ll never love anyone else again. It doesn’t mean you’re morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That’s all. Be brave enough to break your own heart."
I can feel that gritty, punk part unfolding through the honesty. Through the words I choose in the dark spaces of the bar. With others who are sober or who are completely obliterated, or who I barely know. My classmates and I down those beers in acknowledgement of the date- Friday can't possibly come soon enough and yet week after week we return to the Monday grind, satiated by the knowledge. This is one of those things I don't want to end but couldn't live forever. This is an experience to go deep into.
My time in the ER was more real but less scary than I thought. I am about where I would expect for someone who hasn't been in school for years. I am okay with all of my short-comings and all of my faults tonight. These people, the purpose, the knowledge, and the loud music relax these tired bones. I am made whole again.
