I miss you.
My mind has become twisted. I don't know who I am anymore. I am not the same girl I was 6 months ago.
I am much meaner. But does that make it better?
My mind has become twisted. I don't know who I am anymore. I am not the same girl I was 6 months ago.
I am much meaner. But does that make it better?
I have gone through many changes over the years . . . and did a lot of soul searching. In that search I found a little part inside of me, hidden away, that has remained consistant, consistant in all of my memories as far as I can go back.
Not nostalgia. . . nostalgia is memory through rose tinted glasses. It requires dates, times, and people. Knowing who you are, stripped away from all of the bull shit, superficiality, and the perceptions of others can be a great anchor when everything else seems to fall apart.
Call it a center, core, inner balance, whatever.
Best wishes, darling,
C.