In the last nine months, I've never run out of things to write about. There has always been a drama, an upset, a happening that construes my life on a day to day bass. However since I cut the man who holds my heart out of my life for the last time 4 days ago, I've found myself failing to write, whether its happy, sad, devatated or frustrated.
I just seemed to have stopped feeling anything. Not being attactched to you feels so surreal. I go to start a conversation but I can't seem to remember what I spoke about before you. It's like my head has been wiped clean and now I have another chance to live a life that is purely my own again. I have all this room in my mind for thoughts all of my own. And when I relocated and fix my heart, I'm going to have all this love to give to someone who is not you.
I have to become myself again, a seperate person from who I was when I was with you. So the next few weeks have become solely dedicated to myself and relocating the person I once used to be.
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