3mily3motional

 There is a fear of losing the people around you, the ones you love, and even the ones you hate. But I’m afraid that I’ve lost myself. With nothing left of me, there is nothing left to love, to adore, and so much left of me to hate and despise. My friends and foes lost their objectives for me; now stripped of my personality that had once kept them all so close. That was just the end. I couldn’t grasp that this was to be my end. That one day this would all simply stop. I didn’t know if I could let it just become a part of my past. Never to let it breathe again in the present. But maybe it could find a way to visit me