My heart is starting to turn. It's not as happy anymore. It's not as bright. My light is dimming. And I know why. I'm giving up. Life no longer is as important as it used to be. Life is just me breathing and talking. That's it. I don't feel that I'm important to anyone anymore. At least, not the way I used to be. People used to need me. Whether as a helper or a friend. And now..if I left..no one would notice I don't think. No one would care. My heart is going from a rainbow to a cloudy day. I don't feel the emotions I used to. It's hard for me to feel love anymore. I still feel it wholeheartedly. But once I started to realize that my love was not reciprocated and wasn't being embraced as much as it used to be..it stopped trying. And I think that's where I'm at. I think I'm done trying. What's the point in trying if there's no end game? I can sit here and bullshit myself into thinking that there's hope. I can convince myself that maybe shit will turn out right. Or, I can embrace the fact that this is how it is. This is how it's always gonna be and there's no changing it. So why put myself through ut, for nothing in the end?
