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I have no expectation for things to last. Everything has a clock, an expiration date, an erosive half-life. After taking stock of my current relationships, I realized I'm hesitant to invest in people because I don't think people will stick around. People change. People leave. And for people who don't deal with change well like me that means a sort of implosion. Humans constantly assume different roles. Mothers become grandmothers, friends become strangers, brothers become fathers. With that, even family will leave you behind-- out of sight out of mind. And I haven't been thought of in such a long time I begin to think no one will ever see me again. Now I'm just wishing I can be useful in some way, so I can stop feeling like the world is tired of carrying me. I sit, watching people pass by as their world changes, and mine falls apart.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Muggle Struggle
I have no expectation for things to last. Everything has a clock, an expiration date, an erosive half-life. After taking stock of my current relationships, I realized I'm hesitant to invest in people because I don't think people will stick around. People change. People leave. And for people who don't deal with change well like me that means a sort of implosion. Humans constantly assume different roles. Mothers become grandmothers, friends become strangers, brothers become fathers. With that, even family will leave you behind-- out of sight out of mind. And I haven't been thought of in such a long time I begin to think no one will ever see me again. Now I'm just wishing I can be useful in some way, so I can stop feeling like the world is tired of carrying me. I sit, watching people pass by as their world changes, and mine falls apart.
muggleginger
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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