Even though I’ve been feeling better recently, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m still half empty.
It’s becoming more and more apparent to me that I don’t have and can’t imagine long term goals and somehow along the way, I’e lost track of what my dream is.
I feel like my existence is something that the world can do with or without. It doesn’t make much of a difference really.
More and more, it’s becoming apparent to me that sister #2 doesn’t care for my presence. With or without, it makes no difference to her. And slowly, I think I’m losing my desire to reconcile. Honestly, not speaking to her since February has given me a kind of peace, away from her mean words and indifference to anyone but herself.
Cutting her out doesn’t affect me as much as I thought.