Sunday.
I'd talk a lot about your face, your features and how beautiful you are. But they began to shift in my head, so it's like you were a blur. Nothing was clear anymore. Not your teeth, or your voice, or why I was even sticking around. I should have been the one to let go in the end, morally. It was my right.
Note to self: Whenever you get that notion, run with it.
But I'm a strong girl. I think I'm beginning to be, at least. Or maybe I always was. I can't remember a time I ever felt really alone. I lost the boy. I lost the best friend, and every other friend that came with that. People love me, but they're not here. And they're not making an effort to see me and see that I'm alright. There's no one. I'm starting to grow uncomfortable with my family as well. I feel utterly alone. Maybe that's a good thing this time. Because, you know what? It really doesn't feel so bad..
Note to self: Whenever you get that notion, run with it.
But I'm a strong girl. I think I'm beginning to be, at least. Or maybe I always was. I can't remember a time I ever felt really alone. I lost the boy. I lost the best friend, and every other friend that came with that. People love me, but they're not here. And they're not making an effort to see me and see that I'm alright. There's no one. I'm starting to grow uncomfortable with my family as well. I feel utterly alone. Maybe that's a good thing this time. Because, you know what? It really doesn't feel so bad..