Not too long ago, there were ninety days until I was moving, then there were eighty five, and now we’re down to seventy four.
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Waiting for the first day of September is like an eternity, and my life seems to be put on hold for a while.
I guess it’s all a process.
I have a lot more time to think, almost too much.
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My life is changing.
People around me are changing.
But what I notice the most, is that I’m changing.
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I keep going over my values, what I stand for, what I believe in.
The people who were there for me when I needed them.
What I want to be, who I want to be.
My family, or at least what’s left of it.
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And what’s really weird, is that I sometimes feel like I’m standing still, not going anywhere.
Like I said, my life seems to be put on hold for a while.
It actually feels like I’m not here, that I might as well be dead.
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And that’s when I realize.
I need this.
I can’t live here anymore.
I’m not getting anywhere if I do.
I need to change.
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