6 months. A lot has happened in the past 6 months. I feel like there’s this knife trying to cut in and take me away from those memories, feelings, people and who I was. I’m not ready to let go. I almost don’t want to. I feel like i’ll forget everything. I feel like.
like i’m alone. I know none, Actually any of it mattered. But yet I still hold on because it built me into who I am at this very moment.
In all truth, I am alone. I’ve pushed so many people away and for what? For the fact I was scared that they (no matter how long they have known me) would look at me the way everyone else does. Most part I was right. These people saw me for who I was and either
a) didn’t like it
b) were scared for me
c) didn’t know what to do/realize so they just stuck around for my own sake.
I am done.
I am tired.
and am slowly preparing myself for whats next.