The last birthday i had people come to gather to celebrate was when I turned 21. It was small but it was a sole group of people I love, some I miss, and one who has sadly passed. Ever since that day, no one has ever surprised me or tried to do anything for my birthday. I usually spend them alone, in turn makes me quite sad and amplifies my desire for likeminded people to share time with. Not my birthday…but I’m 25 now and seeing all of those people move on, come together every once ina while for occasions, and go their own ways makes me miss them a lot. I’ve kept in touch with 1 but recently It feels like that’s over as well.
I just want to be apart of something.
Everyday I want to reach out to these people, and I feel the need to apologize, and explain myself, end express how much I’ve loved seeing them grow into their own. I talk myself out everyday. Out of fear? Not focusing on my own needs? Or not knowing if they want to even talk to me anymore. Part of me feels tainted, conditioned to the idea that I destroy anything I touch or anyone I talk to.
I want to be apart, Be with people I admire. Get invited to things. Do things with others. But all the doors to those opportunities feel closed.
I may have been the one to close those doors but they don’t feel closed to me.
I miss these people very much and want them in my life.