Reality. I’ve been trying really hard to avoid it and come to terms with it. Every time I come even a little close to it, I run back further.
You see, the truth sits in front of my reality and if I face the truth, I’m scared I might shatter and break. I’m scared I won’t be able to handle it. I’m scared the loneliness of my reality while haunt me. And so, I won’t face the truth; the reality.
My reality is that very soon I will be completely alone. My reality is that already I’ve lost my best friend. My reality is that I’ll be moving in to a home very soon that I am not completely thrilled about moving into. My reality is that this home is going to be only mine. My reality is that the emptiness of this home and my life combined will depress and turn me into something I don’t want to be.
What is that you say? Fill the home with happiness? Happiness? Who is to determine what happiness truly is? You? Me? I don’t know what true happiness is anymore. I haven’t felt it in a couple of years now. Seems like happiness runs from me every time I come near.
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