I've never wished that I was more wrong than I do right now. I wish I could say that I was just being stubborn or in denial when I said that he isn't who he used to be. I don't like being wrong, in fact, I despise it. So just know that me sitting here on this bench in broad daylight admitting that I want to be wrong is an extremely heavy thing for me to think.
I am unfortunately not wrong. He's definitely not who I thought he was; he's selfish and childish. What's an even bigger struggle for me to except is that he may have never have been who I thought he was. He may not have changed at all. It could be that the mask was simply removed and I truly for the first time saw him for everything that he was. All I know is that now he's different. I do not know how he got there, or when it happened. I only know that he is gone, and that I don't want him to return.
The journey of a college student as she embarks her next four years of life. It's about how people find themselves, specifically, how I'm finding myself. It's about the future, and the people I love.
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