The Moon | The Hermit

My time is almost up here. Seems I've run out of reasons to stay.

And this time, I really don't feel like it's my fault. It's just the direction things moved in.

None of my friends have time for me. And I mean, like, none. Maxwell has all but ghosted me. Never texts me back. Michelle and Mecha live too far away... Nikki is too busy getting married... And Trey and Meyer are too busy with their girlfriends. And that's all the friends I've got.

Wanted to go out tonight for once but have no one to go with.

I go to a lot of concerts alone now.

I've tried making friends on friending apps... To no avail.

I'm a little sad about it all.

And, for the rare, rare first time in a long time, I am lonely.

He's pulling one from my book and playing "is there a way to make you stay?" songs

Whatever that means

I just had a dream where I was in a mossy forest. Someone else was with me. Jonah showed up. There was a black and white wolf on the other side of a fence by an old log house. A creek ran through the property. We all went to the creek and collected a piece of honeycomb. We fed it to the wolf, who approached us causiously. 

Whatever that means.

Damaged Goods

I'm not as kind as others believe I am.

I'm not as sympathetic as I may seem.

And, lately, I don't try to seem either of these things.

I'm bitter and hardened and I'm okay with it.

David made the comment that most people come as damaged goods. He thinks that's sad. I think that's life.

I'm tired of wondering why I'm here.