Is this even heartbreak? Like after a good show. I'm sad it's over. I'm not even completely satisfied with how it went, how it ended. But I'm glad it happened and life goes on.
I think it's bad to say I don't exactly feel meaning. It's not like it was something that defined my life, but it was a big part of it. I'm forced to ask myself, "what's next?" and I have no clue.
This morning felt empty. In a good way. I felt lighter. I felt like I could breathe more. This isn't feeling a rock-bottom it's a feeling of opportunity
Am I aching a bit? Of course. All the typical questions arise. "Am I not good enough? What did I do wrong?" But it's faint. Not as bad as it has been before. I'm thankful for that.
While I don't see this as a negative, I still feel the need to talk about it and write it down. So here I am.
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My Life, Dramatized
RandomI think any person who enjoys story telling has gone through a phase where they imagine their life as if it were a novel. Trying to see how they can describe their life in the most vibrant way possible. Or finally articulating that really splendid o...
