Follow Through

My past is exhausting. Why did I put up with those people?
Oh, that's right.
I didn't.
When I felt too depended on, I fled.
I...
I don't like that.
That's not a good way to handle things.
But that's what I do.
Whyyyyyyy?
I can't be depended on.
It's like an illness.
Age truly doesn't matter enough to be an aspect in understanding.
All those notes.
Ugh. They make me sick.
I deny change too often.
Everyone changes.
I change drastically, for better and worse, but at the same time I don't.
I still wear my black chucks, and blast Hutch in my room.
But I don't compromise standards anymore.
I owe a lot of people apologies, I just don't know if they'd take me seriously.
RJF'N: "Let it go."
Alright.
I'll try that.