Are condemned to repeat it"
-George Santana
I don't think anyone even follows this anymore, as before everyones forgotten me, my fear of abandonment and anxiety from it all put the hospital no more than a month ago.
but nonetheless I am not afraid to admit before I moved here:
-i lied
-i stole
-i cheated
Three things I am not proud of, have I moved on from it? Yes. Will I go back to it? No way in hell. I'm proud of who I have become. Although I can't change or erase the facts, I can move forward from them.
If you'll let me?
Love you, eventhough I shouldn't
I've mended myself, made myself better, today i learn to breath again.
That being said I feel like one of my closest is slipping away, its not attatchment from the orgasms or joy you bring me. You're my safe place, I don't mean that in an intimate way whatso ever but in the sense that if I was ever to be hurt, abandoned or ruined. I feel like you would have my back. But lately I feel that slipping.
Conclution: I miss playing power rangers with you, laughing non stop and hanging out. Will things ever be normal? Who am I to say, but until you get through your rut, ill be waiting.
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