There really is no black and white with this. The spectrum is wide. Anger coexists with the anguish of loss. A feeling of confused relief as I view things with a detached sense of self, and heartbreak at the constant realizations of how nothing will be the same. Feeling like I am don't know really who I am but also I've been the same all along. I could surely quote some Green Day lyrics here but that seems redundant.
It's all fine, though. Right?
I'll be fine.
Or I won't be. That's pretty much the choice.
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