i will not be the one who gets left behind. i will be the one who leaves. i haven't felt right in months; i fear i've been dreading my future so much i've internalized it. i've tried not to bring it up, to keep it inside, resulting in the permanent stomach ache that used to suggest i had an anxiety problem; now it just suggests that i need to get my act together before my spleen explodes.
i'm going to take my time figuring out my life. i'm not going to rush into anything ever again; i will be delicate, totally breakable, and regretless. i only live once, and i won't spend it thinking about dying.
(all i want for you to be is happy or something... i guess anything is better than the time you spent hoping i'd get it sorted out.)
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