There is none so much as to compete with the habit you've grown with even before I came into your life. So much time has passed and nothing made it at all different from before. Maybe, just maybe, that's telling me something I didn't want to realize. Persevering with the most impact, it strikes me just when I am the most depressed. You can't be one without the other.
You strive your best to find a way to include me in your habits, but up until now, you get frustrated when I am in your company; even until now you still cannot act as smoothly as you did before I came into the picture. You say it does not mean that way, yet all your actions display the contrary. I see you down, almost everyday, without being able to find a different reason aside from the fact that you have kept me in your company. I should have listened the first time. You can't be with me when you are being yourself. I hate it, and I can't find a way to drive away from it. I want everything to be different from what it is now, but it seems as if I'm the only left fighting. I'm afraid, but I can do nothing but wait for what may happen next.
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