I Swear Some Stuff You Just See Better From Further Away/ And I Think I Communicate Best Now, the Less I Say
I've written and re-written a post now for the last 30 minutes. I don't really know what to say or how or indeed, where to even begin. Maybe this...?
It's been one year since I left my ex-boyfriend.
I hate that I even mark it as an event; something that once happened to me. In a way, I've been dreading the yearly "anniversary" because it almost feels as if it should be some celebratory outing; my release into freedom and redemption - or some shit like that. When really, I hate that it forces me to even think about it and all the time I spent (or wasted)...
The truth is, I don't even really think about it that often. As the date approached, I felt as if somehow, I should have been thinking about it more. You know, life lessons and youth misspent...
I can't imagine going back but on the other hand, I can't imagine being who I am today if I hadn't gone through it all.
Count it as a learning curve in this thing called life
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