I get so angry with myself. I do it all tie time. I get embarrassed and I feel stupid. I feel dumb. God, I fucking hate it and well yes, I don’t know how to stop.
How do I stop doing something that I was raised to do? I was raised to adore my family, to put them first and that I can always talk to them. Those rules, that belief that family is everything should have been left in my childhood. Now that I am an adult, those rules no longer apply. It’s a hard rule to break, but I am working on it. I no longer expect a response from them, of course that hope is there. I think that hope will always be there...
like I said, it’s a hard rule to break. My heart can’t take it anymore, I have spent a lifetime trying to to get them to love me, like they do each other. It’s a moot point and I have to learn how to move on. How does one break up with their family? 😕
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Sunday
Dear..
Dear Christopher, I think I found it. Maybe now, we can start living again. Always, - me
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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Every night it's the same. It's been the same for months now, my mind is set on repeat and I am desperately trying to remember all ...