Psychobabble

Being abandoned. It's not exactly the best feeling in the world. It was my top priority (rather stupidly) when I was younger. It made me feel secure, in a way, and when I left it, I thought that nothing would change, and I continued to cherish it. But as time went on, it's value slowly became infintesimal. I did all I could to revive it, but it eventually dissipated. It went from being visited sporadically, to non existent.

It's definitely disappointing to lose something that used to be important to me. But it's not the first time that it's happened. It'll probably happen again. But now I'm ready for it to happen again. And it won't hurt so much when it comes around.

I've learned my lesson, and I'm moving on. I thought that I really needed this, which is why I tried to keep it alive. But it's pretty useless when the effort's only coming from one end. So I don't blame myself at all, because I know I tried, I did what I could, even though it proved to be a waste of time.

So I'm letting it go, as much as I wish I didn't have to. It's a painful realisation, but it's just one of life's many lessons. And it will only get better once I accept it. And that's what I'm doing. It's what I've done. I've accepted it, I'm thankful for it, and I'm moving on.

Ditching this one, making a new bunch, setting my priorities straight. It's about time I get this right. I'll be a better person for it.

Life's lessons. Talk about a slap on the face. It doesn't go easy on you. I suggest you learn those lessons as fast as you can, so you don't have to get slapped so much. Trust me, if you're getting slapped for a lesson you've already gone through (but for some reason, chose to ignore), it hurts more.