Returned.

(Rewrite of "I'm back bitches")

When something terrible happens to you, there a few options of how to react.

One, you could overcome, you could find your happiness and your balance again, working to prove that you are strong, strong enough to get through this.

Two, you could fight, let your sorrow settle into anger and start a warpath, destroying every one and anything in it, and eventually yourself as well.

Or three.
You could run.

Run far away, in attempt to get away from the mistakes and heart ache.
Change yourself from everything you used to be.

That's what I did, I left, I tried to outrun all of my pain and in the end all I did was bury it. Then when I had decided I was over it, I came back to prove that nothing had mattered. As if nothing had happened. But the girl I came back as wasn't me, she was a mask, she didn't trust, or love, or hurt. She was cold. She was broken.

I came back to prove that the tragedy hadn't affected me at all, that I didn't care. When in reality, coming back made me realize just how much it mattered.

So this isn't a story about me running away and changing who I was. This is a story about coming back and finding who I used to be.