travel journal entry #2

i’M ALREADY GONE AGAIN BUT THAT’S FINE. i KNOW I AM A SAD MOTHERFUCKER AND THERE’S LITTLE I CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW. mY PERSONALITY IS SET. mY TRAUMA GROWING, THERE’S REALLY NO GOING BACK. tHIS IS WHO I AM NOW.

i LOVE SOMEONE WHO MADE ME HATE MYSELF. i CANNOT OPEN UP. i WISH I WAS BACK HOME ALREADY.

bUT I GUESS THAT’S SOMETHING EVERYONE ALWAYS FEELS, EVEN WHEN THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO. 

i JUST CAN’T FIGHT AGAINST IT. i WANT TO BURST INTO TEARS OR DISAPPEAR, AND THE LATTER SOUNDS LESS EMBARRASSING. i JUST NEED TO GET THE GUTS, OR HURT ENOUGH. gUESS IT’S NOT THE WORST CAUSE I APPARENTLY AM NOT HURTING ENOUGH. nOT EVEN TO BURST INTO TEARS.

mAYBE I’M JUST TIRED AND DRAMATIC.

bUT TWO (AND PLENTY MORE) THINGS CAN BE TRUE AT ONCE.

i AM A SAD MOTHERFUCKER WHO WANTS TO HIDE, CRY, IS TIRED, AND DRAMATIC.

tHIS IS WHO I AM NOW.

(lnzrt)