I asked for better… and that’s why everything around me is changing. People I thought were solid don’t fit my life anymore. Habits I used to love feel pointless. The old conversations don’t move me, the old circles don’t impress me, and the old distractions can’t reach me.
I hate when somebody tells me how I should react or respond to something. You’re not me, and I’m not you. If you’re not in my shoes actually going through it, you can’t say what you’d do or how you’d feel. It’s easy to say until it’s you