I have no idea who I am. I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t know what I enjoy doing. No clue about my future and no clue about my past. I’ve never been more vulnerable.
I know you’re two weeks ahead of me and in two weeks I hope I feel the way you do now. I will never forget you though and I will never thank you for leaving me like this but I wanted to say it so someone read it. Thank you.