10/14/18
Dear Diary,
I shouldn’t care anymore, but my head is like a 24/7 therapy session. I had told you I’d love you forever, but if forever for us never happened, do I still keep my word? I had so many promises that I didn’t have the chance to keep. That’s a good thing because we never were. I don’t know if I’m still supposed to love you, I tell myself I do, but I honestly don’t know - or if I ever truly did. That thought stings like a fresh cut. Why were all the times I’ve been passionately drowning in love with these people who were toxic for me? Is the comfort I have now a part of growing up, the hormones settling, and maturing to a new phase in life? I still want a fire strong enough to light my world, however playing with fire always leaves a few burns.
