Jul 1, 2019
You know, I sometimes hate how okay I can be with people leaving me. That I'm so used to people leaving my life I just move on as though they were never here. I accept that once again someone doesn't care about me the way I care about them. I cut my losses and realize if they aren't talking to me then well they dont care about me, that they could be in my life and they chose not to. In some ways I hurt myself more than they did. I remind myself of that hurt until I'm just numbed to it. So when I begin to miss people, I dont hurt, because I remember they don't think about me the way I think about them. But it's for the best. Maybe someday I'll have people that will stay.