Because You Said So.

You told me to spill my heart and here it is.




















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There you go. That is what's happening. A stutter stepping, melancholy collision of thoughts that need to be reprocessed. All of them, and it makes me have the hint of betrayal creep into everything. It's one thing to have something be a steady rock that you can lean up against and know that it will always remain, another to know that it was a house of glass painted like a rock to give off the illusion. I hope you know what I'm talking about. Maybe I'm naive but I can live with that. I WILL live with that , I have to, but never did I think that I would be given that much time to cultivate a title and position in my head that you filled. Only to have it ripped away. Only to be given an ultimatum that wasn't true.
If I have to lose you, and that's what's best... I guess I have no option. I'll start over new like I've learned and I'll be better at reading the signs and pulling the pieces together a lot sooner than now.
So my conclusion? I start over.

















Hello, My name is Bea, and I have no idea what the hell I'm suppose to do now.