I hate feeling.
Every time I feel something I instantly regret feeling at all.
So I convince myself not to.
By the next day it’s easy to believe I never felt anything in the first place.
It’s very difficult for me to understand the context I’m walking into. And I usually do walk in mid-way. Alone, I am happy and content. When I think of adding anything else into my own mix I become very unhappy.
Suddenly and strangely at the tail end of this year so many people have resurfaced. The two I am entirely glad to have back are Elizabeth and Ryan. Two others, I am very miserable about.
I’m never really a stopping point, but the rest stop in between something good and something better.