I’m starting to think that I was right all along. It’s sad to realize that by the time I realized it really is going to end and that there are no ‘what if’s after all it’s too late and I’m just going to be crushed. It’s killing me to pretend like nothing’s wrong. I could have saved myself from that. Sometimes I’m so thankful for the distance from everyone, it’s so much easier to hide in myself.
I hope all the best for you, I really really, sincerely, with all my heart, wish you nothing but all the best.