I have the urge to stop writing. Your actions showed me that you were able to disconnect from me pretty easily. So what am I doing?
Getting stuff out was a great release. For some reason today, it is not. All the good memories are starting to feel so far away. Am I healing?
I still have my eye on the bullseye. I still feel that when you want something, there is always a way to get it. This could prove me wrong, which might be hard to handle. Will that make me a quitter?
As much as I am sorry, I am also angry. I just needed five minutes. Maybe I am taking this all too seriously. Maybe it really doesnt matter, and all will work out in the end. Maybe in a year I will be able to look back and read this, being fully healed and happy.
