i am sorry i am not the girl i use to be. i am sorry i am not who i was in my twenties when you fell in love with me. i’ve changed, and i am aware of it. never meant for it to be this way. i always wanted you to grow with me. but instead, we’ve grown separately. you see, this is beginning to weigh heavy on me. you know, the arguing, the denial, isolation, and uncertainty. so i will just get straight to the point, if you want me, you’ve got to earn the new me.
[These are my open notes. Over the next month, I am making them public until my birthday on April 14th. Next up, depression.]