
I wish I knew what to say. I've been staring blankly at the computer screen in search of the words to explain how I'm feeling. I can't find them, the words just don't exist. I guess I'm just.. confused. I feel mixed up, out of touch, or something like that. It's like I'm trying to feel something, but there's nothing there to feel.
I suppose it's because of last night. In fact, I'm sure it probably is. I realised that I'm really forcing this. I'm forcing myself to move on when I'm really not ready to. Thing is, I might have to. So where does that leave me? How am I supposed to force myself to move on, only because I have to, when I really don't want to? There's only a few days left of December, soon a brand new year will unfold before me, and I'll be forced to live with it. Besides, this very well could be my last year.
I think I'm maybe scared, more than anything. I've been begging for this month to end, but I think I'd rather it stay for a while. Right now, I'm almost happy. I've lost nothing, yet. I don't know if I'm ready to walk out of this in between. I just don't think I'm ready to start living again. I would rather sit in his living room for a little while longer, would rather be sure of at least one thing for a few weeks more.
I'm not sure of much, but I am sure that I'm just not ready.
Then again, when am I ever?