A lot of general feeling sorry for myself lately. But not enough, really. I don't know. I guess it just comes with hearing the truth.
I'm slipping back into old habits. Today I think I really realized it and it was a very "...whoa." moment. I just miss the...everything about it, really. Safety, smiles, warmth, it all brings.
I wear this ring as a promise to myself. It's just an inside joke, but it keeps me rooted to the ground. I look down at it and it's a slap in the face from someone who only means the best.
I'm just not made for this. And more and more I'm finding I'm ok with it. I want to write, but...I'm not who I thought I was however many years ago. Maybe somewhere down the line I'll write; for right now I'm not going to force anything.
