Here.
I made it here. I'm living what I wanted to do. I'm forming a band, I'm getting a job tomorrow (hopefully), and I am quite happy being in this city.
There's still things from my past that hit home. Things I won't specifically mention, but the get to my core.
They shouldn't. I told myself I made peace with that aspect of myself a while ago and it's one of the reasons I came out here, because I was done with all of that.
But, to look back and read about someone being that happy, after tossing me aside, irks me.
Moving here is making grow up alot, and alot quicker than I would of anticipated.
And as much as I should be ok and just be able to let things just slide, even being 1500 miles away, I still do have one thing to say, just to make myself feel better.
Go fuck yourself, because I hope that all of my hell is worth all of your happiness.
There's still things from my past that hit home. Things I won't specifically mention, but the get to my core.
They shouldn't. I told myself I made peace with that aspect of myself a while ago and it's one of the reasons I came out here, because I was done with all of that.
But, to look back and read about someone being that happy, after tossing me aside, irks me.
Moving here is making grow up alot, and alot quicker than I would of anticipated.
And as much as I should be ok and just be able to let things just slide, even being 1500 miles away, I still do have one thing to say, just to make myself feel better.
Go fuck yourself, because I hope that all of my hell is worth all of your happiness.