I’m excited and terrified of moving to mexico. I’ve never lived away from home before. I’ll be on my own for the first time in all regards. I can’t wait to say goodbye to 2013 and move on. The move will be good for me. I need change, and I couldn’t have asked for a harder situation.
It’s already snowed,
I’ll say my goodbyes,
I’ll be in the streets of Mexico.
So my plane ticket is book. Leaving to live in a new country, city for awhile.
I’m giving up on you.
A part of me deep down does want to give you another try; it’s that stupid hopeful part of me.
But the reason I haven’t is because my rational self tells me if it didn’t work out once, it won’t again.
The thing about friendship is that it’s a privilege to know the inner workings of that person and their life. They have the right to share if they want or not. You cannot demand to know everything about them. I get it you care and feel you are entitled but you’re not.