as i grew older, i learned the hard way.
i don't need so many friends. back then, i was so used to having a lot of friends even though i rarely talk much. i just exist. in the end, a lot didn't stay. for many reasons. i saw some of them slowly grow out of our friendship and onto better things in life. some, i'm more than happy to see them leave. it felt so relieving, like being freed from heavy chains that keep on weighing you down.
i've accepted the fact that we'll never be as close as we were before. and that's fine. it's for the better because i decided to stay away from a shit ton of negativity in my life, including people i used to know.
it honestly felt so good.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
