The M word. My friends are smart, typically one. He knows which buttons to try me, and he uses my ex.
After having my balls busted so many times by that word, I'm beginning to feel indifferent. It's true they say, it's either you grow further apart after breaking up; or you grow closer. Turns out, it's the former. It's sad to know that, especially after how close we got. I'm still rather bummed out at how cold another person can get at an individual they decide to just remove them from their lives. -A prime lesson in my life. Pretty epic one.
Now I find myself having difficulty bonding with anyone without feeling a level of anxiety. It's odd. I don't feel safe dealing with people who wants to get close, but at the same time I'm beginning to feel safer being with myself. I take it that it's a phase that I'm going through, one that requires solitary self-discover to mold.
Several elements are still off in my life, still having a little bumps along the way. The hustle continues. Important vs urgent.
Important triumphs in the end, else it bites you should you delay it.
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