It has been a while since i've written a proper blog.
I was writing in a book for a while there..
But all I wrote along with the subject turned out to be a waste of time, meaning, and hand pains.
So I ripped that up and started again. But i'm not going to re - write that.
Anyways. Really, since the last 'proper blog', which i think it was this time in July? So two months ago, nothing has really changed at all. No progress. I could've put a bet on that.
Because most of the time, if I judge a situation or person close enough, I could easily tell what the outcome is going to be.
Which I did.
And I was right.
Because i've been there.
You didn't think I had been.
Right in it with hurt, tears and anger and confusion and love.
I have.
But I'm not really sure about what I am doing at the moment. About that. I mean. I'm fine. But the things that are most important are so far up in the air, so far I can't reach them without some help, help being for them to come down so I can find them more easily and pull them to me.
When things like this happen. After this time. I feel as though i need to go looking for the things similar to this I purposely lost. I know what they are. But i've finally found my way to avoid loosing things. People. I need to keep.
Im ready right now if you want me to show you. But it only works in one form. When things are where they SHOULD be. And should only ever be until the end.
This was advice told from a friend I do in fact love and care about. I turned up with two teary eyes and no other idea of who to go see. The right person I needed to say something to was unable to hear it at the time I needed it to be said. So I went for the advice not the confession.
I wish the past two months was one big nightmare.
And I will wake up eventually.
