Blackbird.
Monday, May 13
in a few days I turn 21, yet I still feel 15.
the resentment and the bitterness never left. it clearly doesn't just linger, it molds and it grows. most days nothingness takes over so I pour myself into relationships and mindless tv shows, rather buttering whatever that's left in the name of innocence than drown in reality. The call of that loner hums through my thoughts daily. Humans exist to disappoint, to make mistakes and to be given a second chance. and the third, and the fourth. It's exceptionally difficult when your perception differs from time to time, with every new person in your life and when the old friends chooses not to matter anymore. It is also absurd to accept so much when you're not the forgiving type.
in a few weeks I will graduate, but I want to go back to the year 2011.
what is the best way of saying goodbye to the place where the best things happened to you?
