Escape. Sometimes it feels so good. These days I find my escape in working endless hours. And it seems that by the time I get home, I want nothing to do with anybody. Which is funny because at the same time I am beyond lonely. But it makes sense.
You see, I have way too many “friendships” where I give and give and give and always initiate interaction. And it gets hard. I am sick of it. I am sick of being there for people and not getting that in return. I am sick of being there whenever somebody needs a friend, but in my darkest days I am left to suffer alone.
I don’t have the energy for it.
So here I am… this is me checking out. To those people, I am cashing in what I have left and walking away. If you need me, you know where to find me. But until then, I hope you are well.
“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option”

