Nov 18, 2007 15:31
I'm really not sure what prompted me to write. I find myself with so much time on my hands...
If I could take one deep breath and exhale and feel normal again, I wouldn't do it.
I feel abandoned. It's really not that bad.
All of the people I truly care about have left this town. Everyone picked up and traveled down the mountain, never really thinking about any sort of return. I feel like I am now waiting. I am in this period of my life where all I can do is "tough it out" and get the hell out of here. Sometimes this results in my insides being completely dead. Other times I just sleep.
Can I really start over? I have before... sort of. I just change a little bit and hope the rest will take it's course on it's own. But it never really happens that way.
So I was thinking the other night... I am sure I was not in any sort of normal state.
Why didn't things work? There are a million explanations. There are more than a million reasons. I put them all into one simple statement, though: We both tried to live our lives as though they were movies. Simply, we were just too into film. The end.