People disappoint. Repeatedly and constantly. They will keep on letting you down. You can throw a tantrum in return, or pout, condescend, get even, criticize, pontificate and intellectualize. Or you can also have no comment at all. You can ignore them. If you want, you can just get over it and embrace disappointment. You always have a choice. But for me, avoidance is always better. It’s actually simple - stop hoping.
Ten months ago, I was pleading for you to stay. But you didn’t. If you did however, I wouldn’t have found out that things eventually get better. Some days I miss you and all the good talks we have. I still care for you but I guess I just don’t like you anymore. It happens.
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.