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Myself
Something's missing...
I called one of my best friends this evening. I haven't spoken to him in a couple years. He's known me since I was 12 or so. We always pick up where we left off, so not talking for a couple of years is really nothing.
When I mentioned that I've been running off guys because I'm being clingy and a bit desperate, he was shocked. I needed to hear that. It confirmed something that I've been thinking for a little while now. I've lost myself. I've lost my purpose. I'm clinging to things that come into my life even if they don't really mean much to me in the long run. I'm grasping at straws that keep slipping away. But that's not me. At least, that's not who I used to be.
Where did I go?
And how drunk can I get tonight while philosophizing about this?
I called one of my best friends this evening. I haven't spoken to him in a couple years. He's known me since I was 12 or so. We always pick up where we left off, so not talking for a couple of years is really nothing.
When I mentioned that I've been running off guys because I'm being clingy and a bit desperate, he was shocked. I needed to hear that. It confirmed something that I've been thinking for a little while now. I've lost myself. I've lost my purpose. I'm clinging to things that come into my life even if they don't really mean much to me in the long run. I'm grasping at straws that keep slipping away. But that's not me. At least, that's not who I used to be.
Where did I go?
And how drunk can I get tonight while philosophizing about this?