I Am Leaving
For real this time.
And not coming back. It's not that I don't have issues to solve and talk about anymore, but I just can't do this anymore. It's like I am clammed up inside. I don't get that urge to write it all out anymore. Something's changed.
I've changed.
Maybe that's what happens when you suddenly lose someone you love. I never spent much time with him, thinking that he would be around for ever. But that's foolish, isn't it? Nobody lives forever. And now he's gone and there are so many things that I want to tell him.
The only thing I can to do honor him is keep the promise that I made him. Even though he's not around to see anymore.
I never thought it was possible, but death changes things. Changes your perspective of things. And brings into focus that what really matters.
So this is good bye people. I made quiet a lot of friends around here. (And not all of the were perverts ;-) ) And I sometimes wonder about them and about what happened to them. And I am going to miss them.
But it's time for me to go now. So goodbye!
[I know the likes of it happening are very low, but if you ever need help, or a ear to rant at or a shoulder to cry on, you can reach me at rabinafrost@gmail.com]
And not coming back. It's not that I don't have issues to solve and talk about anymore, but I just can't do this anymore. It's like I am clammed up inside. I don't get that urge to write it all out anymore. Something's changed.
I've changed.
Maybe that's what happens when you suddenly lose someone you love. I never spent much time with him, thinking that he would be around for ever. But that's foolish, isn't it? Nobody lives forever. And now he's gone and there are so many things that I want to tell him.
The only thing I can to do honor him is keep the promise that I made him. Even though he's not around to see anymore.
I never thought it was possible, but death changes things. Changes your perspective of things. And brings into focus that what really matters.
So this is good bye people. I made quiet a lot of friends around here. (And not all of the were perverts ;-) ) And I sometimes wonder about them and about what happened to them. And I am going to miss them.
But it's time for me to go now. So goodbye!
[I know the likes of it happening are very low, but if you ever need help, or a ear to rant at or a shoulder to cry on, you can reach me at rabinafrost@gmail.com]
26-30, F
