Childish

Sometimes, I act more like a child then what I lead others to believe. How immature of me.

It's none of my business. I keep forgetting this truth, mainly because my jealously blinds me for a couple of moments. But I've come back to my senses, like an adult should, and have re-realized that it's none of my business. None at all.

It's become more complicated than I thought. I believe that the best thing to do is concentrate on improving myself, both physically and mentally, all over again. Now, this doesn't mean that I'm giving up; I'll never give up, but it just means it's no longer my first priority. There are many other things that could use my attention right now, which all have been suffering because of my neglect.

I've been trying so hard to push away my growing resentment. I wouldn't exactly call it "hate", because that's a very strong word that shouldn't be casted on just anything. Much like the word "love", despite being completely opposite in meaning. It's interesting how my emotions can turn and become completely the opposite, huh?

Perhaps there isn't a place for me. That the vacant spot I created when I left has been filled, and now that I've returned, there just isn't any space for me anymore. Is that the truth? A demotion. Ha ha ha. No, it's not like that at all, or at least that's what I want to believe.

I'll always be there. Past, present, and future. I wonder if that's known? I can't deny how I still feel, and I won't, but like I said, it's no longer my top priority.

But I refuse give up, because she's still important to me.