Ranting

I get closer and closer to a faded memory of you than you pop up you pop up on some reckless I miss you bull shit it's not fair you get to disappear and pop back up when you want to this whole time it's been I have so many emotions and that's real I have so many emotions I'm angry as hell at the fact the you think how you move is okay. I'm sad cause after all the talks conversations and damn that actions taken you don't even see the hurt you created I wanted it to be me so bad and that might be why it hurts so bad
This shell is no longer working I'm everywhere in a minute everyone's gone see me break I been keeping busy and moving around so much I feel like once I do stop it's done life will not exists as it once did I will not move the same I will not speak the same conversations will be limited visits will be selected and A fetus forgotten I will move forward cause that's what has to be done and you will continue to run cause that's what you do.