If there’s one thing that I’m sure of myself, it’s that I can live on my own. I may not have the survival skills of Bear Grylls but I’m pretty sure I can hang in there. I have the power to think. And thinking of running away isn’t that far either. I can live on my own. I was never really after anything. I just wanted to live life as it is. As happy and carefree as could be. No thirst for money, love, nor power unlike most of the people I know. I can be free. I’m not over reacting, I really can pretty much do everything that I just said. And I have the ability to forget. Screw that saying of forgiving and not forgetting. Take that out. I did. A long time ago. Memories are enough for me. They’re pretty much a sense of consolation. Just a minor thing. Love, which could be the only reason for memories, is also a minor thing. I can live without those. But of course, it would be nice to fall asleep at night knowing that you’ll wake up still having possession of those things. Those little things.
Yes, I’m saying all of these with a heavy heart. But It’s rather easy to walk away. Especially if you know that it’s for your own good. I can change my name for all I care. Change everything. Anger. Hate. It keeps me sane.
I can just walk away… and stop wherever my heart wants me to. And from then on, I live. From then on, I make my own memories.
SAY WHAT?!