It’s almost a year now, there’s got to be something wrong with me. I always thought I was sane and healthy but I’m pretty sure that I have a mental disorder. Maybe I have severe OCD, I never got that closure I needed, that last note of a scale played. Angel was good enough to me where she allowed me to see her. She came to me actually, went out of her way to visit me months later. I fought for her, but she was good about it. She sat me down and with the most gentle voice she explained her feelings concisely, making sure I understood her feelings. I knew then that it was over. I didn’t like it, and thinking back about it now, I think it was necessary for me to move on. I think I need that, but there is no way I’ll get what I need even though we are literally 1 street away from each other during the weekday.
we get hurt, we learn, we grow up. but i don’t want to feel hurt anymore or grow up.