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Ah, I’m waiting to be replaced. It’s been happening for some time now, and I’ve pulled away with as much grace as possible. Give them space, and it’s time for me to move on again. They don’t need me anymore. It’s all right. I’m used to this.

I’ve never needed anybody, simply because I haven’t found anyone I can entrust my secrets to. I tend to be that one person that everybody sees as a shoulder to cry on. They can count on my honesty and my dry sense of humor, and when it’s all over, they move on and so do I.

But it can be rather depressing… When you realize not one person will remember you.

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