I started my life over. I don't know how I let it get so bad, I didn't see the signs because love had blurred my vision. I know now that walking away would have been the best thing to do from the start, 5 years ago. I lost all that time which I could have spent on my future. I don't regret it, I'm just hoping that other people can learn simply from listening and not from experience.
Why are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?
I wasn't acting like myself. I could feel it deep down, but I told myself that I was happy because I knew that I should be. My friends could see it in me, that fire that was always there, was fading: My personality.
I wasn't aware that it would take something so drastic to get it back. I didn't even know you could lose it.
That slap in the face, was figurative as well as literal. It showed me where I was going and where I should never be. I turned around and now I'm headed left, which is right.
I'm all that's left, you knew me years ago or think you know me now.
I don't have any children, I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a reason to be in my hometown anymore, I don't even have a job. I have no reason to stay in one place or even plan for the next ten years. I can move, switch, change, and do anything I desire. I'm where I should be at nineteen years old.
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