Waste of good heartache
I finally realized that I can't love someone whom I devoted nothing but heartache to. It's impossible to get over the fact that I gave him my heart and he wouldn't come to me, especially since I had a lot going for me. After 6 months and still no real connection, I got my boots on and I walked. It was so hard to do... I've met some great people and I didn't want to lose friendships over something that was inevitable.
What I don't understand is how people can treat fellow humans as if they were refuse. To know that someone close is suffering and do nothing about it is a crime against man. Especially because the lack of involvment was due to the 'shitty' situation. I was the one that got dropped. I know how 'shitty' it is, but I would have appreciated some comfort. In one night, I lost everything that I'd built over months. And I'm still on my feet. I've still got my boots on and I'm fucking proud to be who and where I am today. If you know me but feel like I'm a stranger, that's because you've made it that way.
These boots are part of my soul. No body can take that away from me. NO BODY.
I feel so refreshed. I feel free. I FEEL!!!
What I don't understand is how people can treat fellow humans as if they were refuse. To know that someone close is suffering and do nothing about it is a crime against man. Especially because the lack of involvment was due to the 'shitty' situation. I was the one that got dropped. I know how 'shitty' it is, but I would have appreciated some comfort. In one night, I lost everything that I'd built over months. And I'm still on my feet. I've still got my boots on and I'm fucking proud to be who and where I am today. If you know me but feel like I'm a stranger, that's because you've made it that way.
These boots are part of my soul. No body can take that away from me. NO BODY.
I feel so refreshed. I feel free. I FEEL!!!