All I used to be...
I used to be a writer, the words flowing from my finger tips. I don't think I've written something even half way decent in almost 2 years. I had a lot more pain in the past to write about. Now that I'm happy I seem to have nothing to write about, nothing meaningful to say. I seemed to have lost that ability when I was getting really good.
Its funny to think about how alone I feel right now. I have an amazing fiance, great friends and a wonderful family but I'm still missing something, mainly the people who knew me when I was younger. My past. I've been running as fast as I can to get away from it and yet here I am wishing I could talk to someone who knew me.
I'm so screwed up. I miss so much. I really just want someone who knows me. Who can tell the difference between my smiles and just the stupid little things like that. Have you ever felt like your better off without someone in your life and then you just miss them and the relationship you had?
Its funny to think about how alone I feel right now. I have an amazing fiance, great friends and a wonderful family but I'm still missing something, mainly the people who knew me when I was younger. My past. I've been running as fast as I can to get away from it and yet here I am wishing I could talk to someone who knew me.
I'm so screwed up. I miss so much. I really just want someone who knows me. Who can tell the difference between my smiles and just the stupid little things like that. Have you ever felt like your better off without someone in your life and then you just miss them and the relationship you had?