It’s interesting standing on the sideline while everyone else gets to play the field.
I scroll down timelines and see everyone I know or knew getting married and carried away.
Makes me think my life has been stored away in a time capsule. I hope when someone finds me it will be in the moment of my time so I can jot it down on my timeline.
Always wondered if my mom feels that way; she’s strong to not show it, I wonder if she knows that I know it.
Every potential I meet I make sure I repeat
I don’t want to be like my parents; if it’s love it’s meant to keep.
When I say you should leave them; I contradict the exact same thing I believe in.
I surprise myself when I analyze myself I can actually acknowledge that I am one tough pill to swallow.
I use to blame my parents
Everyone makes choices, nothings set in stone, and it will all come together in the course of any weather.
Meaning I can’t let what happen to them taint what could possibly happen for me.
By now I should be saying “I Do” while waving goodbye to a few; instead I am apart of the few someone I once knew is waving goodbye to.
Life is comical I laugh to keep from crying, because everyone else would just see this as whining.-HonestlyFrank