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I'm not exactly sure when it was that I lost myself. Truly lost myself in every sense of the phrase.
Maybe it was when I became addicted to being needed...or wanted--one of the two.
So I let myself be consumed by this addiction until everything that is me, or maybe was me was lost.
So now I keep finding random bits of myself and I think "oh I remember, I used to really enjoy writing" or "that's right, I don't really enjoy college parties" or "I used to like this song, hmm."
I feel as though this Thing or Feeling that attached itself to me is finally unlatching... But I have become accustomed to Its constant presence and eventhough I know Its leaving me is for the best, I find myself wanting It to stay.
Maybe it was when I became addicted to being needed...or wanted--one of the two.
So I let myself be consumed by this addiction until everything that is me, or maybe was me was lost.
So now I keep finding random bits of myself and I think "oh I remember, I used to really enjoy writing" or "that's right, I don't really enjoy college parties" or "I used to like this song, hmm."
I feel as though this Thing or Feeling that attached itself to me is finally unlatching... But I have become accustomed to Its constant presence and eventhough I know Its leaving me is for the best, I find myself wanting It to stay.