Missing

Initially, reading up and learning more about myself was a revelatory experience, but now it leaves me wondering about a lot of things.

I still don't know how I can trust myself, or trust anyone, in the matters of relationships and connections.

You're here today... You could be gone, tomorrow.

I don't know how to be honest about my feelings, because I don't even know what they are. I feel, and like every person out there, I don't wish for them to be judged.

I wish I were more aware of myself in the past. I would be able to salvage the past, stop the damage and not cause so much of the misunderstandings that served as nothing more than petty dramas.

Above all, I regret I was unable to communicate how important people around me were, more than they ever cared to know.

It's like, today, I still hope for a validation that it was alright to have been whom I was in the past.

When is a good time to move on?

As always, the world moves on, time passes and everything is constantly falling into the past. There is rarely a time to stop and lament, and if I don't pull myself along, I won't know if I can get out of this.

Do some of you still miss me? Because sometimes, I do.

I haven't cried for a long time over this, but right now, I just feel like it.