I messed up,and I will be the first to admit it. I felt things, well I let myself feel things I wasn't ready to feel and now I'm just feeling empty again, missing some key piece of me that I haven't yet found I am not into finding anymore lost pieces. I'm Peter pan looking for my Wendy, the white rabbit looking for Alice to not be late. I don't know where she is. A wonderful pagan woman told me my heart was in New Orleans, and it is but I would rather break my own heart than not be enough for anyone. I don't like feeling like I'm not enough that's not for me and I got it twisted because I thought I could be. I now know I'm wrong and I won't make that same mistake again. I don't know what I'm feeling right now because I have chosen to ignore and move past with anger being the catalyst. Probably not healthy for the average Joe ,but obviously I am not average. I can't say I don't feel because I feel to much and I can't and I'm sick of pretend its time to live in This world with someone who wants my time, and values me and knows I'm enough without question. I know my worth and im worth being someone's somebody not anyone's side piece I'm worth more. I'm worth claiming to someone somewhere just hope I find them and then ill have my home again its where my heart is and it doesn't exist for me. It hasn't for a long time I thought it did for a short period but I thought something was that wasn't and I shouldn't have assumed. Now I know and I knew better and I did it to myself because my walls let down not anymore walls up. Completely.
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