Realizations:

I haven’t talked to you in 6 months. And that freaks me out a little, but the most shocking part is that in those 6 months, I have not missed you once. I hated you and I was angry and mad, but I never missed you. I kept waiting to feel that empty void, that missing space, but I never felt it. And I realized that I’ve moved on. I was mad at you,  jesus I hated you. But now there’s only apathy. You fucked up, and it sucked, and now I don’t need you any more. I let myself feel everything i needed to feel, I let out all my emotion, and suddenly, I don’t care about you any more. I’m sure on some level I still love you, but it’s not the same at all. And I’m sure one day I’ll want to have a relationship with you, I’m sure. But right now, in this moment, I don’t really care about you anymore. Leaving and moving away from my family doesn’t scare me anymore. I’m only scared of leaving my friends. <3