I can feel myself relapsing into my old coping mechanisms.
Maybe it's better this way.
I don't need to bother people.
I can recede into the shell of myself just like I used to.
That sounds so peaceful.
No one needs to worry about me.
I can lock myself in the room in my heart no one gets to see.
They are all content playing with the shadows of what I once was as they wander my halls.
Yes.
That sounds nice.
Relapses aren't so bad after all.
PS (Unrelated note)
This is the final part to this book. I'll be starting another one (called Mind Over Heart) from this same account as a continuation of this. Thank you for reading <3
