Blast from the Past

Meh, what’s up, yo? How you doin’? Yeah, I know. I’m just okay. It’s hit or miss, dog. Why am I here?

I keeping writing words like I expect someone to actually read them. Maybe that’s the point. Which, truth be told, that was the point of this whole creation. So I could put this shit out there and pretend that there was a chance somebody might read this. I don’t know, it was a cathartic release or some shit. It made sense to me at the time. And it still does to an extent.

Welp. Fuck, I miss her. Though I don’t know, I think maybe I miss what life was like when she was a bigger part of my life. Things were simpler then, everything was. But that’s the way the wheel turns, ain’t it.

She’s doing great though, which honestly is the best thing I feel. I’m so immensely proud of her. She’s come such a long way. And then there’s me, I’ve made progress, somewhat. Admittedly, yes, I am such a different person than when I met her. But how sad would it be if I wasn’t? Like, I hope to god that I’ve changed since then,

I’ll make my way to Washington someday, it’ll be fun. We’ll hang out, finally get that hug that we promised so long ago. It’s a work in progress, but it’s good to have goals in life. Something to reach for. But, that does not mean that I will let this become my glass merchant thing again. We’ve already been down that path, and I ain’t doing it again. Not this time. Follow through.

Anyways, I should go. I’ve got stuff to do, I think? Don’t really know, should probs get some laundry done. That’s always a good Sunday plan. Catch ya on the flip side, ❤

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