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Isn’t it Funny?
July 8, 2015 | 0 Comments
Isn’t in funny when you suddenly look around and realize no one is standing next to you? When once upon a time you were surrounded by all your friends.
The thing is, I feel bad. I love my friends. They stood by while I was inside. But what happened when I came out? It’s like, everyone expects me to get over this just because I’ve been out for a year and a half. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.
You cannot reduce ones experience to what you know. You cannot take this away from me. It’s like not I’m defining myself by this experience, but this is not something to be denied. I can’t help it. It is me. I will not sit down and pretend like everything is okay and I’m fine. I was in prison. I slept in the same room as a killer, a murderer, a thief, a drug dealer.. These people were my friends. And now, I still find it difficult to move on. I cannot be hired as to what I want to work as, they all rejected me. I can’t travel, I’m stuck. I live on the same floor as the motherfuckers that I have to see and deal with all the time.
I will not sit down in a cafe drink coffee and talk about the next trip I’m going to take, or the fact that “I’m so tired because I work all the time!”. Well, at least you can.
There’s the one that stood by me. Through all of this. Accepted me with all my bullshit. I appreciate you. But more so, I love you.