These past few months…
Have been anything but satisfying. Suddenly I feel as if I’m living on a different or at least an alternate universe. Going into detail about the changes that have occurred would be pointless, as I’d be here all night. I never thought I’d be placed in this situation, thing’s weren’t supposed to end up like this and they wouldn’t have if you were still here. I’ve had to postpone my own life plans because of the dangerously large amount of stress that came with your passing. I also managed to throw everyone away, for fear of entering further depression or aggravation. I didn’t want anyone to be mad at me so instead I became angry with everyone, including those closest to me. Now that I’m alone, because well I am alone, I see that in some ways I was right while in others I was absolutely wrong. I always let my emotions get the best of me, though I try not to show it. I’m not as strong as I’d like to believe I am and truth is I spend most night drowning myself in tears. This isn’t a sob story I don’t desire the pathetic sympathy of whomever may be reading this, it’s just I have nobody to talk to, so I’ll talk to myself…
