I had tried to find replacements for her. I just wanted to spend time with her but that wasn’t allowed. I found a few. And I tried to make them fit but they rarely did. It’s like driving your friends car. It just isn’t your car. And so I would move on, until the next unsuspecting victim fell into my empty hole.
I realized i was stgnating because I was surrounded by people who didn’t have the hope that I had. I dreamt of a world where we all got everything out and let it go. Instead everyone else seemed to still be stuck. And boy I try every angle possible. Somehow I need to stop trying to make other people progress. But I have to share what I know. And I know that people deserve to tell their story.