Long Claws

You know what?
Maybe I'm done with being sad. Maybe, somewhere deep and secret, I'm still hurt, yes.
But I am done missing the people who don't miss me.
Why should I fight for you, huh? I have for so long, and gotten nothing. I'll move on, like you, and try not to care if you miss me later or not.

For the longest time, I've feared being alone, and was saddened by the fact that people kept subjecting me to solitude. Life carried them away from me on every level.

So I'll sit here, listening to the Shins and not wanting to see your smile. I would cuss at you if I thought it was how I actually felt, but this is a process. Sadness, to anger, to peace. I look forward to the peace bit, but for now I will move quickly.