Sunday July 28, 2013 2:19 P.M.
I was
lying in bed all wrapped up in my favorite fuzzy red blanket remember fond
memories of C and I. Sometimes as a lie within my red fuzzy cocoon of comfort I
feel as if my bed is an extension of myself. It is hard to tell where I begin
and it ends.
It’s
tiring being so painfully aware of how single I am. I don’t want to be this
girl I’m becoming. The girl that doesn't exist unless she’s somebody’s
girlfriend. I want to exist apart from someone. I want to exist individually. I
don’t want to be so codependent. I hate how much I need people because I’m a terrible
judge of character and the people I let get closest to me often hurt me the
most.
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