I don't believe that I can recall any part of my life that was easy. Even my younger days, the golden days. I'm not sure why it has to be so hard but if I can get through this trial than there won't be anything I can't make it through. From the losses of friends, to my parents divorce, to terminal illnesses. I'll make it. I'm not losing to this.
But getting on with my actual point, I am a doer. I move on quickly from a person. I migrate I guess you could say. I get tired of the same people after a while even if I love them as much as humanly possible. Maybe it's a pattern, or maybe it's the people who only wanted to stay temporarily, maybe I only wanted to stay temporarily, or it could even be how the planets line up with the sun that week. Who truly knows?
Even though some people aren't in my life anymore, I still love them dearly. I just have distanced myself and put up walls. In my mind, that person did something that was unworthy of my presence. I deserve the best. Period. I've been through enough to receive anything short of what I believe to be fir for my deservingness.
That isn't being vain, that's respecting myself. I'm moving on from the bullshit.
The best way I can describe my past relationships is that we just became strangers who knew each other too well.
And honestly... I'm okay with that. I'm finally moving on.
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Shifted Tides
Teen FictionHere's a bunch of my opinions and daily life of a character who coincidently sounds very similar to me.
