When a happy memory is no longer happy.
I am sitting in mikey's car crusing like old times. Only I don't feel happy at all. You'd think reliving something that made me happy would bring back the emotion as well. I am honestly shocked that it doesn't. Right now I burst at the seems just to tell some one, anyone about the emotions that are flooding my heart.
Like you I've always been the one to want to fix everything. I have always wanted to walk the battle riddled with my own wounds. Just to tell you I have the strength to live through it. I have come to realize that I don't give up easily. I only fear that others have given up on me. And it's days like that where I could never feel more hollow.
What is it exactly I am fighting for? Life? A place in this world? A future? I have already started to feel that this world has left me behind and not even a quarter of my life has gone by.
'if I can't feel, I'm not mine. I'm not real.'
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