Images formed from the back of my mind revealing my repressed thoughts. My eye sight was blurry but the images were clear-- the what if’s and what could have been’s along with some wishful thinking.

I wondered when will be the next time I’ll see you and the next time we’ll talk. Would I have the guts to face you or would I prefer to walk away?

I feel so empty. So unhappy. So lonely. I can’t even talk to my ‘closest’ friends about this. I feel so jaded.

I have run out of adjectives to describe my fucking life.