I’m not sure if I can be myself anywhere any more.
I don’t have that freedom anymore.
The freedom that you gave me.
Everywhere I go, I am like a dandelion between beautifully blooming red velvet roses. I never stay.
I never meant to leave you, though.
With you, I could be myself. With a sad face, dry joke, sharp tongue and my sarcastic remarks. I could be myself and you never minded it.
I loved you for that, and I hate you for that right now. Just because no one else allows it.
And I miss it so badly. Every day.
And I hate myself because I cannot come back to where I was, and I cannot appreciate what I have right now.
I am on a hamster wheel made of my memories and photographs of your face, and I simply cannot step down.
Constant running makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me exhausted.
I wish I could come back to my life where there was no you in it. So that I would have never found out what I am. Coz, really, what was the point if it was brutally taken away from me?
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Seems like a story, getting back to reading your blogs after a long long break and they are still refreshing as new. Keep up the amazing write-ups Weronika!!!