Maybe.. Maybe what I've learned from these few days


Understanding might be enough sometimes.

Just knowing why. Just understanding, maybe not completely

But mostly.

That is most important.

Kidnapped

Trapped in a cold, dark, and damp place, one has to hope for rescue, but how often does it really come?

This isn't a movie or an action packed television show.

What happens when they're too late? Or if they just don't come at all?

How often does it end up that way?

What do you do when you know you're probably not going to make it?

Rambling

I suppose there are times when you just have to stop taking things to heart. Everyone seems to know this already.

Holding onto those things is refusing to grow up. I don't really know how to say anything in the right words, but I just think I've realized this. It's important.

Sometimes you have to let it go and be strong, not always for yourself, but for others. Maybe you don't care how much you destroy yourself, but sometimes other people do.

Maybe I learned that today. Maybe I learned it over the years, or maybe I've always known it.

Is this what growing up is? You let go of all comforts and brace yourself for reality. It hits hard, and it's not easy to beat it... I guess this isn't a video game, either.

You just let things go, and accept things. That's what people have to do.

And it's so strange, because sometimes I feel like letting all these things go is letting go of myself.

But I'm not sure if that's a lie.

I'm not sure of anything anymore, but I'll be strong and learn to deal with these things. I'll learn to accept.

I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know anymore.

That's just how it is. That's it.

I'm not sure if there's anything to write here anymore.

I have a lot to write, but in other places, and

too many things are ending for me.