Seeing where this goes.
Whatever happens.
Wherever it takes me.
There’s only one way to ever be sure.
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Seeing where this goes.
Whatever happens.
Wherever it takes me.
There’s only one way to ever be sure.
I can never catch a break, can I?Â
This is why I get the worst anxiety whenever something relatively good starts to happen. Something. Will. Fuck. It. Up,
All the time.
I seriously thought I would have my shit together by now.
The signs are all there, you just need to make a choice--keep going and crash or make that turn and see where it takes you.
Hi there, old self.Â
I miss your confident smile and content heart.
Why am I never good enough?
It’s always been a struggle for me--to want my own space and to want to be close. I think that’s why it’s been so hard for me to deal with attachments. I tend to stop myself from getting attached to someone, because when I do, it becomes too much, too intense (and all too quickly). Unhealthy attachments are like the switches to my self-destruction.
How they became so unhealthy, I have yet to figure out. It seems to be out of my control, like most things and most of my feelings.
I have had to do the laundry, twice. Cook 2 different dishes for every meal. Walk through every aisle in the grocery and browse through every shelf. Extend my time in the shower. Read a shitty pocket book. And everything else I could do to keep my mind off of you.
Great thing about it is I got a lot of stuff done. Worse part is that I’m not sure it’s been as difficult for you as it has been for me. Worst is that I may never know.
All the chances were for you to take
Not one move did you ever make
I can no longer live for your sake
Because all that’s left is my heart in ache.
My debilitating anxiety
I know I should be chasing this deadline, but I just don’t care anymore.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this much joy and the last time I had been this secure and confident--about the future and about myself. That smile is something I have been missing for a while. I keep longing for it, but I also don’t know where to look for it.
That smile is mine. But right now, it is not.
How can you lose something that s just yours?
And where can you find it?
There’s nothing worse than seeing you so cast down I feel responsible and I feel like a failure It means I was no good You’re still not okay I blame myself every time. And somehow, I feel like you do too.
(Steal Like An Artist by Austin Kleon)
I have never been lucky at anything. Though I don’t find that surprising. Not anymore.
We had our window.  And it’s gone now.
The laughs we shared. The glances we stole. The stories we exchanged.
You were the light seeping in. And I was drawn to your warmth.
We had our window. We missed it.
And I miss it.
On the other side of this facade.
Beneath the images. Beyond my words.
Lies nothing but the absolute truth.