I was utterly wrong.
Goodbyes never got any easier, we humans just get better at concealing our emotions.
Being back in Perth again was swell. I had a blast but when it's time to go, it hits me. Hard.
Everything that I initially thought I had established came to naught.
Oh hello familiar feelings, we meet again.
Don't cry, you are not gonna cry. Stop.
Be strong, time flies.
I thought I was becoming more collected in handling emotions, but who knew...
I guess I've been duping myself in thinking I could actually be strong for once, just to feel better.
If anything, it feels worse than before.
And I can't do anything about it except to grow the fuck up and move along.
We'll all be fine, won't we?
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