Man… this isn’t really an angry rant but a rant nevertheless I suppose.
You know when you really want to do something, you really want to help but nothing ever works? Or, it’s just not your place to say anything?
I don’t know anymore, I try to be realistic but sometimes I just get hopelessly optimistic. It’s hard to see life from this point of view because no one understands you. You’re just, there and you can’t share it with anyone.
Different is good I suppose but everyone fails to point out that different is lonely. It’s a lonely journey you walk alone and sure, you get stronger but in the end, you’re on your own.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m just so out of it. I’ve been saying a lot, most of it’s sweet but I still feel like a hollow being.
I keep dreaming about the person who always brought the most light into my life and I’m barely getting any sleep. I don’t want to anymore, it’s painful. He’s so important, I really do want to see him again just not in my dreams. I know I can’t right now, I’m ashamed to face him - I won’t be the same person he remembered, I don’t have that pureness he used to admire or that outspoken nature he mocked.
I can’t forget him and I don’t want to, I don’t want to send him a half assed text when he practically used to walk miles just to come see me. I miss my best friend, I miss were we used to be. I feel like, I’d rather regret not moving here than regret leaving.
I never had to open my mouth, it’s like he could read my mind and being the introvert I was, that was amazing. Nolstagia always hits, especially when I focus back: should I call him? No, why would he want to see me?
I’ll never have a friend like him, he’s always going to be the most important person in my mind and nothing changes that. I don’t want to turn eighteen, I want to turn back time but that’s not possible so I guess I’ll move forward.
I don’t need advice, not with this. I just needed to say it somewhere but to no one in particular. I don’t need to discuss it because I’d rather save those thoughts for when I see him again. I simply wish I’d give people a chance and that I would stop comparing all my relationships to the one we had.