Wreck.

recently, my life has been quite a wreck. so, i did what i’m pretty great at. leaving.

and i ran so fucking far that when the past came knocking at my door, i wasn’t there to hear it anymore.

i wasn’t there physically or emotionally.
i am trying to find myself and i could not find myself in the people i used to surround myself with. i could not look at myself in the mirror and identify the person staring right back at me. this person staring at me had become a stranger, and i was acting even stranger than before.

i do not need to explain myself, because it is not your problem. it is mine.

i will not explain myself, because these are not your demons crawling in your head at night.

they are mine and only i can deal with it.