It feels like it has come full circle.
The circle of life, I guess.
For some, it may not mean anything.
It may be a coincidence.
I don't believe in coincidences.
Everything has a meaning.
No matter big or small.
Significant or insignificant.
It's like we're back were we started, but at a different place in life.
It's too similar to disagree.
I don't know where it's going to go from here.
I don't want to create any false narratives.
I know that we all face our own internal battles.
I'm afraid of letting go.
Afraid of never measuring up.
You.
Afraid of admitting how you feel.
Often, you hide behind the vague facade.
Or you say harsh things to keep others at bay as you compartmentalize your thoughts.
We're not much different.
In fact, we know each other's ticks, flaws, and moods all too well.
Sometimes we like to put a bandage on a situation to avoid it because we no longer have to think about it.
We either suffer right away.
Or.
We suffer later.
Personally, I'm tormented.
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Letters To Myself
De TodoIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...
