I was in an especially foul and sleepy mood after a funfilled day today.

And it made me realise that seriously… noone but myself can bring myself out of my own misery.

Not the person that has been talking to me recently, constantly for no reason… not that person that I depended on way too much – because it is always a chore to try to bring people up.

I want to get my act up. I will start now.

It’s time that I… I stop attempting to reach for you. I’m tired already. As much as I feel miserable looking at the probable possibilities that would be missed if I walk away, as much as I wish that you’re indeed caring for me in a way that you don’t for others… as much as I wish you’d come after me. I guess I need some time off my mind, as much as you’re the only one that makes me feel completely secure and safe around, like the whole world outside doesn’t matter anymore and I can just sit there and laugh with you for eternity.

But that is not the real life, and like I told you before, I fear a comfort zone more than anything else because I’d just get too comfortable and that’s when my life just slips out of control in a spiral.

I want you and I need you but it’s time that I let it go.

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