Once again… I feel like pushing people away. Fought with myself a few times recently… I tend to forget, but when I do remember, its hell for me. I am terrified of that same feeling. Having others makes promises that I might actually break it. Just for there best. Just to protect them. I can’t do this anymore. I’m suffering even more. It feels like everything was just a waste of time. Like a pathetic dream that never occurred. But it did happen.
Everything good always dies. And I really despise that feeling.
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Everything good always dies…and…everything bad always dies. Everything dies. That’s the way it works, I’ve found. How do ya deal with knowing nothing lasts. If you figure that puzzle out you’ll have found the answer.