May 25
I have met people. Many people.
People who want the knowledge I hold.
I've tried to explain it isn't a good thing, but they refuse to listen.
They couldn't handle even a quarter amount of what I know.
They'd crumble immediately. I'd be able to do nothing but watch as they fall apart.
He isn't a part of me anymore — not fully, I suppose — but it still hurts.
I still get constant migraines.
I still get those same nightmares.
I still...hallucinate.
I don't think I'll ever get the freedom of being, well, free.
Be happy with what you have, even if it is little.