I’m at a place in my life where:
i am making room for the new
but I’m extremely exhausted from
constantly having to do shit alone
meets being emotionally drained
feeling things I no longer want to feel.
I don’t understand why it gets to be you?
Yet, somehow I wish I could talk to you again.
I miss a lot of it then I think: I should forget it all.
Because I can clearly see that you’ve got
what you want so I guess you’re happy.
Just hard to tell if it all ever mattered.
On another note,
I’m moving to a new city in a week.
I’m anxious and semi-terrified.
Brother’s birthday is coming up in ten days.
It is crazy to think that it has been three years.
More than anything I wish I could talk to him since
I’m older & I actually know shit about life now.
It’s 4:44 AM and I’m wide awake.
This is fucking stupid.
I can run away pressing pause on your replay.