The moment I become attached to a person it’s so hard to let go,
and they are all important to me, but who
am I to them? Am I this person who listen to their shits and say that
everything’s going to be okay, give them advice about looking on the
brighter side or am I this person to them who’s like me, just me,
nothing more. How important am I to them? Maybe that’s the reason, I
don’t feel important enough to feel important to them when I treat them
so important. I can’t handle what things might happen to them and me, on
what could happen to us.
Sometimes I feel like it’s okay for them to lose me but I can’t with
them, I got so overly attached that I’m having issues of letting go and
holding on, and I love
them dearly like with all of my heart and I don’t feel exactly the same,
that’s why I’m trying to distance myself for awhile, give some time to
think about what’s all happening, why’s this happening.
Sometimes you have to realize that people will eventually leave you,
come and go, in and out of your life, and you have to accept those facts
even though they’re hard to, you just need to.
I’m so having these thoughts lately, I just keep on hiding them so
that they won’t have to worry or if they even feel worried. It’s so hard
to paint a smile on your face everyday just so that everyone will stop
asking what the fuck is wrong when inside you’re being killed slowly.
I just need some time to think, but that’s not gonna happen anytime soon. Ugh.
I’m typing/writing this right now, gathering my thoughts, thinking of
the outcome, thinking of all the possibilities, thinking of the future.
And if you read all through out this post, I’d like to thank you for
reading and putting up with my shit. It is gladly appreciated. And I
hope you feel loved.
