I think that the only reason this still bothers me is because I don't have closure. As much as I hated what happened, I can't deny that I still think about it more often than I care to admit. It's been a long time, and it wasn't even real, etc etc etc. Honestly, it still doesn't even feel real to me. I know this is just an idea in my head. I know I made this up. And yet, I can't quite shake it off entirely. You are a ghost following me around, reminding me that for some reason, I was simply not good enough.
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