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Sometimes we all reach out.
I remember when you would count down the days and hours until you saw me. When you would tell me you couldn’t wait to kiss me and have me to yourself.
That young stage seems so long ago. I’d much rather have this stage, than any other one. For the simple fact that I know this is real. What we say is real. We are adults, and not kids.
What happened was real. We can never deny that.
I saw it break apart, day after day. I still can’t figure out what happened with it all.
This sounds like another sappy post about not being able to get over you. But, it is actually far from it.
I actually feel better about things. Which is a first. All I can do is push forward and work on myself.
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Yuma is my heart and soul. I never want to leave this place. But, everything inside me is telling me I need to get out. I need to move. Start something new.
I’ve been stuck for 4 years now. And I have nothing to show for it. This year alone sucks far more than any other year I have had to experience in my life.
Something needs to happen. Soon.
People make great assumptions about me. I talk a lot, but no one knows anything about me really. They know what’s going on in my current situations. But nothing more. I’m not sure if it is because they simply don’t want to know, or if they just don’t realize that they really don’t know anything about me.
I’m suppose to be a best friend. You can’t have me as a best friend without knowing more than a few likes/dislikes of mine. It just doesn’t work that way.
I’ve always been an open book. People just need to ask the right questions.
But people have to WANT to know things in order to do that. And that just seems too hard to come by.
Such a shame.
I’m going to listen to records for the rest of the night, until my body decides it’s time to sleep before work. Because that’s all I can do.