July 11, 2019, 23:19
I sit here in my room, on my bed, noticing the world pass me by. The thought of moving forward drifting in and out of focus. I see the ones I love fill the gap in their hearts I once filled. The role I once played. I then feel the holes left in me, how they still lie empty and cold. How they have become bitter with respite and jelousy. I see all of this and begin to wonder, "is it time? Is it truly time?". The will to move on has been pestering me since that day all that I loved left me. Since then, I have (in a sense) grown and recovered. So I believe. Perhaps it is time. Yes, I believe it is. To move past all this pitiful wallowing and actively work towards reclaiming my sanity. I wish to regain my happiness that those of the past have gained time and time again. Maybe it's time to move on. After years, I think I can finally let go. I think I can move forward. I think I can take these chains off, these chains I have placed upon myself. It is the end of this chapter, the end of this story. It's the end of this road. I believe it is about time to pave a new one.
YOU ARE READING
4 Years Of Memories.
De TodoThis is how I feel and the things I could never say out loud, nonetheless in the moment. This will explain why I act and feel the way I do. There are a select few people that need to see this. It's been waiting for too long.
