Fuck, —- she still has a place in my heart, mind and soul. It’s crazy how far I’ve come. I’ve looked back so many times and I am so shocked by where I am today because I had no clue that I’d be here…
Sometimes I wish you were able to obtain some sort of happiness. But that’s not up to me. I think sometimes it’s the guilt talking. For all the times I lied and hurt you.
Apart of me that still can’t bare to let you go… And I’m slowly accepting that. That no matter where I go in my life or whoever else I may allow in my heart, I will still have the memories there. I feel that sometimes I may even repress the memories because I don’t want to feel the pain or sadness. There is a failure or disappointment type of feeling associated with it…
My world— it’s constantly moving. I can’t even take sometime off to breathe. I feel like when I try to, I feel more behind in whatever I was doing. I just wish I could hi the pause button and just take it all in. Living in the now.. And learning to juggle it all.. I just want to succeed.
Alone— that’s what I feel sometimes..











