Time changes people. Life changes people. Unfortunately, sometimes they love you a little less. In the beginning, you were everything in their sight. Some days you feel a little smaller, a little less important. Not visible enough, not important enough, to be considered like the first time.


It started with less concern
then no sympathy
then "get lost, get out of my house"
then "fuck you!"
then "useless"
then "brainless"


When it's good, it's wonderful. When it's bad, it's heartbreaking.
Each time I asked myself how I could improve it, what else I could do, which way I could work around with, how I could communicate.
I have tried to live with both.
I am now trying to live without both.

I don't think "we always hurt the one we love" is a good enough reason.
I don't think we should break the one we love.
I don't think it's anyone's fault.
Maybe time changes people, life changes people.
Maybe there is a cost for every achievement.



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There is an elephant stomping on my chest.
But unlike 6 years ago, I now know how to make myself happy, even when I'm sad.