Noah
I'm okay. Really. Truly. Seriously. I'm not joking. Stop looking at me like that. Like I'm worth pitying.
I'm fine.
Really.
Truly.
Seriously.
I'm just me. Its not like I've miraculously survived ebola or cancer or whatever the biggest incurable disease is right now. I don't need a hero. I'm not holding up a big 'Save Me' sign so don't assume I need saving. Because I don't. Really. Truly. Seriously.
2yr5mo7d
That is how long, mathematically, I've been a screw-up. Since that day, two years, five months and seven days ago, when she broke up with me. When I broke up with her, I correct myself. Which is becoming the worst mistake of my life. You see, I've been utterly stuck, as if time itself just stopped and waited alongside me, as my only friend. And because of this -as my peers all prance off to the horizon with their promising futures- I'm left in this small town, with my heart in the past, and a store clerk job seeming more and more realistic.
I miss her.
But, I'm moving on. Really. Truly. Seriously.
