Grief is a funny feeling. But when you have switched paths as many times as I have, you tend to feel it a lot. Every time I took a turn, changed my destiny, I wove myself a new pattern into my loom. It means, that when I look back at all the other beautiful patterns, I feel a loss.. How different my life could have been. How different I could have been. This feeling happens a lot when I look at people my age, which may have something to do with why I tend to isolate myself from my peers.
I planned my life. In a month, I turn 22. When I wrote my plan, I would be graduating and planning on grad school. Engaged to someone who lit up my life. Happy. Content. Laughing.
Today became a bad day after my Dad left. I have bad days. I don’t…
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