I feel like a waste of space that should be held by someone greater.
Someone less black and white.
Someone with fewer plans.
Someone that doesn’t push so hard.
Someone with less need for conversation beyond the mundane.
Someone that wants to party like a Rockstar.
Someone that doesn’t need emotional and physical fidelity.
Someone with less need for growth.
Someone who will bend more without breaking the illusion of happiness.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. But, It did.
I can’t control it, but I can grow through it.