a peppermint filled confession: i am beyond tired of meeting people, loving people, hating people, become part of people, learning from people, fighting with people, interacting with people and then having to leave them or them leaving me. i have come to the conclusion that it is worst to get left behind. i still believe that, but that doesn’t stop leaving from hurting too.
“when i stop learning, —–, that’s when I’ll stop doing this.” they were words said out of spite, as a mixed compliment and hatred but they were true words. here is my question, heartbeats later it is the same: if we both found ourselves to be doing what was right, who was wrong?