I’m just a person floating along on the edge of somewhere that used to have a name. It’s not even real anymore. It can’t even support a life. It’s an idea that hasn’t left my head.

But why do I still live in there? Why do I hold myself to that place? Why is it so far gone that I feel like I can’t leave it?

It hurt me so much. Why am I still there? Why does it have a power over me after so much time? I let it. I’ll say I’m done. I’m finished. Even then, I go back.

Is it really that much a part of me?

That place taught me some things, but it still hurts me. That doesn’t mean I wish it never happened, it just means… I don’t know what it means. I don’t have that part figured out. I don’t have a lot of this figured out.

I only know that I can’t let it go. I can’t move away. I can’t leave. That place won’t ever leave me. Though, I wish it would, I might miss it. That is the part that scares me. I guess it is that much of a part of me.