I’m trying to figure out why I keep bending the top corner of our pages. I’m trying to figure out why some of the pages are ‘dog-eared’. I’ve scratched at the words a million times, knowing I can never erase them, yet I still try to tear them apart. Cause trying is better than not doing anything. Trying to turn a page is better than staring at it, wishing it turned by itself. I suppose burning the pages is an option. But fire catches far too quickly. So I can’t burn it. I’m not strong enough to burn it just yet. Instead, I just want to turn to the next page. I don’t want to dog-ear the page. I just want to turn it over and start writing. I miss writing about new things and new experiences with new pens. I keep using the same pen, cause you wrote in it once.
I just want to turn a page. Stop haunting me. and stop tormenting me to stay on the same page. I don’t want to anymore. For Pete’s sake just let me be.