There it is again. That heavy feeling in my chest, pounding down on me, destroying my desire to even speak or move. All I want to do is close my eyes and sleep. Because this whole process of being broken is overwhelmingly exhausting. The hardest part is that no one ever prepares you for this, for this state of perpetual numbness and unsatisfaction. No one ever warns you of how dangerous loneliness can really be. So I attempt my best to make my days fulfilling, but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to connect to anyone or anything.
To be honest if you want to leave, you can. I'm used to it. I'll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves. You don't even have to say goodbye. Long ago I learned not to be picky with farewells. They aren't guarenteed, nor promised. You're lucky, blessed even, if you get to say goodbye at all. But I wish you wouldn't. Throughout our life we meet people who are unlike any others. You can talk to this person for hours at a time without getting bored, you can tell them anything and they wouldn't judge you for it. These people are our soulmates, our best friends, and in the end, isn't that all we really need?
