I was given the "It's not you, it's me" speech yesterday. It was paraphrased, luckily, but the effect is the same. It's really the shittiest feeling ever. I always get this speech, "you're awesome, but..." that's great, I know. But, damn son. It gives one the feeling of not being enough. Not good enough, not interesting enough, just not enough to pull the sway of life away. Never mind that I would be willing to go to the ends of the earth for you. I'd move across the world, I'd live in poverty, I'd take care of you, but most of all I would love you through it all, no matter what, because- that is the sort of person I am. And that is not enough. What more do you want? Or is that too much, you don't want that much so you go. If I give less than that- I'm cheating you out of what all there is in love.
So now I have to keep on going. Where's my road less traveled? It's time to walk.
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