Seven

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Seven

This is one of the reasons why I have carefully and carelessly resisted the temptation of attaching myself to someone whom I know will dump me over something or someone that has little or no significant value in their lives.

They say that it's only natural to get yourself attached to somebody. They just make you feel like a completely different person when deep down you think you're just like everybody else. You're just someone that can be replaced over time. Somehow I've found peace with the fact that people can just forget about me and I can finally have something that has way more value and significance in my life. People are supposedly fundamental beings in a sense that they have the capacity to maintain peace, order, stability, and structure in society. This is one of the things that other people can just turn a blind over and pretend this hasn't been happening for a long time.

I've been looking at my phone screen for almost half an hour. Maybe three hours. Or maybe four hours. Deep in my gut I kept wishing for this person to reach out even when they have a lot of things going on inside their minds. This is one of the things that had me on the edge of my seat—no matter what time of the day or what time of the night it was.

I kept going over some things that have made me so delusional to the point where I would start scratching the surface when it felt entirely unnecessary to do so. In my heart and mind, those feelings never really went away. They will always remain standstill until a hurricane comes over and ruins everything on its path. I've never really learned how to properly heal, and over time, it has become my best option to just sit on my own issues until I could find the solutions I've been meaning to get for however long it has been resting clearly on my mind.

Somehow I've grown out of my old, overused, washed-over habits and decided maybe it was best to ruminate and let it take control of my mind until I get fucking sick of it controlling my own thoughts and emotions.

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