Coming to terms with the fact that I have never been very important. Trying to be content with my long, shallow footprint. Was i there? Can you even tell? It's okay to go. It's no different than being physically ill. Some people aren't made to last, and that's just nature. That's the truth. For all my strong emotions, none of them were strong enough to tether me here. There can be beauty in giving up, too.




















