Sophisticatedly Introverted.

I have nothing to conclude to anymore. Every time I try to establish something concrete in my head about him I hit a wall. Every wall I seem to hit ends up with a sort of pain I don’t know how to comprehend. It’s that gut in your stomach that sinks into the depth of nothingness that drags on during my days. “Give me space” “I don’t have time to think about this” “I have other things to worry about than this” and yet here I am cowardly choosing to accept is as it is, instead of being the mature, middle-headed individual I claim to be. 

it’s a strange feeling when you actually have the time to sit down and recollect where you are in your life, whether you’re super stoned or super sober lol. see I feel like my personhood is significant of those who have most influenced my life. the people I have chosen to surround myself ultimately make who I am. 

I guess where I’m going with this is that people come and go in this lifetime. for a long while I’ve accepted that fact, but I struggled with the fact that the most significant people can never leave my mind - or more so the most significant person at that time of my life never left my thoughts and it was detrimental to everything I did. 

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