You know, I just left it to believe I was an average person. My struggles in life may have seemed like a misty cloud that bothered me endlessly, but sometimes it just goes away. I can't believe something like this feeling would even happen, see, surprised I'm even capable of revealing this side of me. It all seems like a numb, unknown, strange liminal feeling. Should I even consider it a feeling? It feels more like a faded memory merged to what I've become today. A memory that tells a thousand tales.
How shall I even refer to myself? I'll think of a different name. I'll wear another mask for now, we'll see how this ends up. My name is Verx. You shall refer to me as Verx.
I always send my life off with a goal, or to follow a legacy. I think there's more of a motive to continue this transition of my life now. I have better meaning. Meaning to describe every part I missed out within my life, to make sure that everyone knows. To know who I am beneath pokerface.
I'm moving away from my friends and family, to continue my own life. I've already picked out a placement for me to settle. I have it all bought and set up for me already, all I must do is wish my loved ones farewell. I'll start tomorrow, meeting my friends up at our same tree "hideout" place, then leave my goodbyes to my mother and sister. It's going to be important I get there on time, it's the only plane ride I'll have till I miss it off for the rest of the day.
