Stop.

Me and Tuesday should have split paths a long time ago.
It just wouldn't have worked.
I kept holding onto the thought that if she loved me, she would change herself.
But who was I kidding? Having her adapt to a whole new way of life with me?
She barely has a handle on her own, and I'm about to throw her into mine where I don't even have any true friends who know me.
I don't think it would be enough for her.
It's why I always wanted to come out there instead of stay here.

But all that thought is innate now. There's no point in dwelling. Apart of me knows she'll read this one day and throw it back in my face somehow.

So where am I now? Shit it's been a long fucking time, eh? It's a weird feeling starting to address myself. I mean, I always have been. But now that I'm not concerned with anyone else? It's.. Different. Different in a way that I haven't felt in a long time.

I need to figure out my priorities. And i'm sure as shit going to need to take my time on that one.