i’m hitting on a double life, abandoning clinginess and the clingy ones to save my self being only to feel guilty and roam around with no identity. I think of them, really, but i just don’t want to be caged. I feel heavy for carrying both worlds at once but i also feel sorrow when i see their depress. i don’t want to continue. the more i don’t want to be me the more i become myself. i’m lost. and i’m dragging them behind me by keeping this longing on forever. it’s been years, dear. and i am tired of time