I wake in the morning, brew coffee, go to work, and sleep.
It's not the life of dreams but I take comfort in the predictability. Though working two jobs is killing me, at least my lack of availability keeps me from manifesting any sort of lack in stability. Consider me an absentee from the social scene and remember me fondly.
I'm not sorry. I'm doing me and if that's something you can't see, then I'll kindly ask you to leave. Just remember to shut the door softly.
But don't think the death of my childhood doesn't haunt me.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
I wake in the morning, brew coffee, go to work, and sleep.
It's not the life of dreams but I take comfort in the predictability. Though working two jobs is killing me, at least my lack of availability keeps me from manifesting any sort of lack in stability. Consider me an absentee from the social scene and remember me fondly.
I'm not sorry. I'm doing me and if that's something you can't see, then I'll kindly ask you to leave. Just remember to shut the door softly.
But don't think the death of my childhood doesn't haunt me.
There's a weird growing phase in long term friendships where people think you've changed and that you don't have time for them. In actuality you're just busy. Sometimes this prompts friends to leave your life. It's sad, but there's really nothing you can do but lament the death of a childhood. After a little time you just have to move on.
