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This is for my future self, when I'm feeling the weight of the past again..
Remember this time, now, when you can honestly say that you are happier than you have been in a long time. You feel lighter, freer, and unburdened. You can do what you want, when you want, and you don't have to answer to anyone for any of it.
I keep hearing rumors about myself, too. I am trying so hard to live my life and keep to myself, because that's what I want to do. I have zero desire to look back on any of it. Why is it so hard for people to respect that? I understand people will talk, but I wish that if they insist on talking about me, they at least know what the fuck they are talking about first. Or, do what I'm doing, and move on. Turn the page. Close the book. Shhhh.
95% of the time, I feel more at peace than I have probably ever felt in my life. I don't give two shits or a fuck what he is up to. That story has ended. The remaining 5% is just sadness from losing a lifelong friend. We didn't work out as a married couple, but I like to think we were, at the very least, friends. So to have a friend abruptly gone, like they are just dead, is pretty jarring. But still.. I'm doing fine. I find myself more optimistic than before, more calm, just.. more. So yeah, fuck them. Fuck him. And good riddance to the past.
Remember this time, now, when you can honestly say that you are happier than you have been in a long time. You feel lighter, freer, and unburdened. You can do what you want, when you want, and you don't have to answer to anyone for any of it.
I keep hearing rumors about myself, too. I am trying so hard to live my life and keep to myself, because that's what I want to do. I have zero desire to look back on any of it. Why is it so hard for people to respect that? I understand people will talk, but I wish that if they insist on talking about me, they at least know what the fuck they are talking about first. Or, do what I'm doing, and move on. Turn the page. Close the book. Shhhh.
95% of the time, I feel more at peace than I have probably ever felt in my life. I don't give two shits or a fuck what he is up to. That story has ended. The remaining 5% is just sadness from losing a lifelong friend. We didn't work out as a married couple, but I like to think we were, at the very least, friends. So to have a friend abruptly gone, like they are just dead, is pretty jarring. But still.. I'm doing fine. I find myself more optimistic than before, more calm, just.. more. So yeah, fuck them. Fuck him. And good riddance to the past.
