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Sep. 21st, 2005|11:46 pm |
Dear friends:
Dear misery. Dear sadness. Dear depression. Dear anxiety. Dear regret. Dear missed opportunity.
I'm letting go of you all today.
I'm putting you in your place, away from happiness.
Away from my sunshine. I've had enough of listening to your lies.
I'm not who you say I am. I'm not who all those people said I was in the past. I'm not my father. I'm not my mother. I'm not some fucking guinnea pig, 23 pairs of chromosomes set in stone.
I'm not who you think I am and I'm not who I used to think I am.
I won't miss you. I'm just going to be sad when it's time to be sad.
I'm going to see you all, again. You know it. I know it. But you're not going to be in control anymore.
Maybe... maybe...
I'll miss you. |
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