I've done a lot of self evaluation lately and have come to a lot of positive realizations I think.
Relationships aren't everything. Although what we had for 4 1/2 years was real, we were in two different places in life. I can't ever be with him again because a part of me will always resent him for what he did to me. Ill never be able to let go. Ill never be part of his family. It's something that's important to me and he doesn't view it that way. I'm not speaking to him anymore. It hurts me but its the way it needs to be...
I can't live here anymore. I hate the east coast. The north east. The drugs, the people, the weather...there's nowhere around here to run. I fantasize about packing up my car and just driving until I find somewhere that feels right. I have money saved, so I technically could, I just don't know if I could leave my job and school. Of course, I could always start fresh, since that is the point after all. I can't stand to be here anymore. Every turn brings me anxiety because every corner is lurking with bad memories.
My opiate addiction has gotten way out of fucking control. I never thought I'd be at this point. Isn't that what we all say?
Relationships aren't everything. Although what we had for 4 1/2 years was real, we were in two different places in life. I can't ever be with him again because a part of me will always resent him for what he did to me. Ill never be able to let go. Ill never be part of his family. It's something that's important to me and he doesn't view it that way. I'm not speaking to him anymore. It hurts me but its the way it needs to be...
I can't live here anymore. I hate the east coast. The north east. The drugs, the people, the weather...there's nowhere around here to run. I fantasize about packing up my car and just driving until I find somewhere that feels right. I have money saved, so I technically could, I just don't know if I could leave my job and school. Of course, I could always start fresh, since that is the point after all. I can't stand to be here anymore. Every turn brings me anxiety because every corner is lurking with bad memories.
My opiate addiction has gotten way out of fucking control. I never thought I'd be at this point. Isn't that what we all say?

