I have panic moments. I worry people I used to know or have some kind of relationship will find me. There are a few guys I dated I wish would move far away or become invisible to the rest of the world. It is such a small, small world. I have run into people who are cool and like the same bands I do...only to find out they are friends with an Ex.
Not just an Ex, but an evil Ex. An Ex who made me miserable, played a lot of mind games on me and then, had the gall to tell everyone he came in contact with that I was the crazy one. I'm not the one on meds, by the way. I worry people will think bad of me due to someone else's mental episodes. I work myself up over it. Though I don't think I'd bad mouth those people. I'd like just to let it go, to realize we have (hopefully) both grown and changed and are different, better people.
After I'm done over-thinking it all too much, I realize, it doesn't matter anyway. At the end of the day, I am the one who looks into the mirror and is happy with who I have become. I pay my own bills. You know what else? I am human. So I made a few mistakes. Piss off if you don't like it.
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