Since the detachment of my last serious relationship, since the disengagement of the last thing that I once thought I had a future in (Air Force)- I have forever been changed. I have never felt more inadequate in my life, than as I do right now. I repeat these memories over and over in my head and keep trying to retrace my steps, asking myself, "What did I do wrong?" I know they say that things are suppose to happen for a reason, but I just can't believe that to be true anymore. What are you suppose to do when what you've worked so hard towards suddenly disappears and is no longer an object or even an image in your future? How are you suppose to feel? Many people can go on their entire lives not working towards a thing, but for those who have devoted their entire efforts, time and dedication into something, what is to say about them? That their hard-work and determination isn't enough? Or is it that they are just inadequate? Hearts will be broken, I can deal with that; but not my dreams. When your dreams are broken you then find yourself to be broken too, and how do you mend yourself after such a tragedy? I just can't seem to begin at the end, again.
And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much.
