I felt lost. I still am. I come from a broken family. Abandoned by my mother. Now I live in a secluded area in Idaho, Or at least in my opinion. I have too many siblings. I really only get along with 1/5. I'm the oldest, and strangest. I don't fit in on this side of the family. I am a Wiccan. Or in this day in age it's safe to say the word. Witch. I never practiced the dark magik but yet I am apparently a direct link to the devil. That is probably why so many things have been going so wrong. Last night broke me.
My fears grew as I was laying in the truck bed alone in the dark as the wolves howled and as the air grew cold.
He left. The person I loved most and trusted with my life.
The person who promised to never leave.
But that's fine.
I understand.
Everyone ends up leaving me eventually.
Laying there. Facing my immense fear of the darkness outside while slowly breaking inside. You would think having a link of an evil would make you strong or emotionless. It doesn't. Unless this is all fake. I won't know until Halloween while the spirits are stronger along side me.
I'm slowly getting used to being hurt. The thing I fear is I'm becoming heartless. A clear slab of a concrete jungle. I continue to practice my religion in hopes it will reverse whatever went wrong with me. Bad things are around the corner for me everywhere. Then I found him. I felt safe
And right when I felt he was truly mine he left
