Harsh

That was just unneccessarily harsh. Felt bad in the morning and I don’t even know why I said all of it.

None of that really was feedback, none of it was ever a problem. It was just plain nit-picking. I was lying in bed and reflecting, why am I nit-picking about her to myself?

It is just that she has moved on and living her life, and here I am still here trying to move past all of it, in some ways; tugging at old threads that keep coming out.

I wish I would get on already and live my life and focus on things that matter today. I think this was just a subconscious attempt to brew a mental distance from an idea and a memory.

It is not fair or real. But there must be a better way to do this. I am sure, I’ll figure it out, eventually. Until then, I hope she is well and happy. I hope she has forgotten about this place and she never finds that entry. Even if she ever does…

“You should know you are perfect the way you are and there is nothing that warrants a change in you. Just be you and your deserving world will eventually find you.”