Laying in the bed I made.

Before
I trapped myself by being stuck in a deja vu, and it was with the words I never intended on saying escaping, did I finally become free.

I think I was living too much in the moment but as each second spent with you becoming a new expression and experience of happieness, I found myself not caring. Does that make me selfish?

Yeah, I think so. The important thing is that I am aware of it, doesnt mean I am going to feel bad. My friends think this is the tragic tale with a disasterous ending.

I guess its good that I dont feel bad about not listening to them then, neither.

But acknowledgment has always been the easiest. Its actually getting out of the bed I made thats the hardest.