I’m still wondering what to do.
This is a rant, by the way. You probably won’t understand it. It’s okay if you don’t.
I thought I found my place, but now I feel I lost it again.
RPR? I don’t know.
I really, truly don’t.
I want to leave. I do.
But at the same time, I don’t.
Half of me is whispering, “This is only making you suffer. Look at all that’s happened since you left. It’s better. Perfect.”
The other half…
“Remember all the goods times?”
“Remember all those days spent laughing until dusk?”
“Remember when you belonged?”
I’m not sure what to think anymore.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see, you know?
Wait and see if I’ll finally make up my mind.
Hold on or let go.