Flowers

 (Thoughts inspired by Miley Cyrus's Flowers)

Yes, I could by myself flowers, but as I always leave them too long in the vase they will just end up a rotting mess and I really don't need another reminder that all life is temporary. 

Writing my name in the sand would involve going to the beach, and I'm not sure I've been since Jess died. She loved the seaside, and Whitby especially has so many precious memories.

I do talk to myself for hours, saying things no-one else would understand, because who else have I got to talk to?

I can't take myself dancing, I've proven that. Good thing I have friends to take me instead.

Holding my own hand is kind of weird, isn't it? Even if metaphorical, it kind of misses the point of hand holding, really. That someone else is there.

I can love me better than you can? I'm not sure I even like me, love is certainly too hard. I wish I could say I was trying, but really all I'm trying to do is get through each day.