Melancholy sets in, possesses me, grabs ahold of my soul and refuses to release, and with its hands in an immortal grip around my heart, I feel alone. I'm giving in and shrinking into myself. I have no one else. What do people say about me when I leave a room? I think I can guess. Christians whispering from behind Bibles; pews filled with the stale taste of masked gossip and concealed hate. I am finished.
I cannot move back to Hazard, but I am also convinced that in that small and miserable town live the only people I will ever be able to trust to love me unconditionally. Destiny calls me to be alone.
I can see you don't want me, so I won't come back.
i'm sorry that you are feeling like this. i love you and always want you
ReplyDeletecan you forgive me for not making it clearer that you are special to me as an amazing imaginative friend and sister in Christ? i have tried to text you, dear. i want you to know that there are some that do care.
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