For some reason, my emotions are heightened lately. I feel everything more, if that makes sense.
Which means that what you said cut more than it normally would.
Which means missing you hurts more than it normally would.
Which means my temper flares more than it normally would.
Which means I feel the lack of feelings more than I normally would.
And more than I normally would, I like being alone.
There’s this rush of peace in knowing I can be perfectly content by myself. I’m not good at being by myself. I don’t like the fact that I’m getting used to it. I wish I didn’t find solace in being alone. But I do.
More than I normally would.
But I think I know what it is. It’s growing pains. Not in the normal sense, but in the figurative sense. I’m sure, now more than ever, of the direction I need to go. Of the person I need to try to be. And that takes a lot of time, energy, and feeling. It also takes lots of alone.
So please ignore the sappiness of this post. I wouldn’t even post it, but something is nudging me to. Maybe one person who reads this will know the feeling. And relate. And if the other people who read it think I’m crazy, but one person needed it, it’s worth it. Even if that person who needed it was just me.
And if this post is too much for you, never fear. I’m sure by tomorrow I’ll be back to normal:)
Happy Friday everyone!