It's finally time to just come out and say what I've been thinking for the past few months - we just aren't going to make it. It's not me, it's you. You have been forcing yourself on me for quite some time, hanging around even when I don't want you to, and invading my personal space. You're here all the time, and you're keeping me from hanging out with all my cool friends. I can't keep allowing you to run my life like this, because our relationship is getting in the way of me moving on to bigger and better things.
I know what you're thinking. I can see you reading this. You think that I'll never be able to escape your influence. That I'm too weak to do things on my own. Well, nice try, Block. I'm going to show you that I can and will do this, and I'm going to leave you behind in the dust to watch me become everything that you constantly stop me from being. You can't keep me down anymore.
I know your sinister suggestions will always be in the back of my mind. I know it's not going to be easy to get over something that I've relied on for so long. You were my go to companion and constant excuse; I relied on you holding me back just as much as you relied on keeping me contained, feeding off of my creativity. It sustained you and kept you alive, all while I could feel it slipping further and further away from me. Even now, I can feel your pull, keeping me from even penning this letter. Telling me I don’t want to, I can’t, and it isn’t worth trying anymore.
Not this time, Block. Not today. Today I’m beginning the process of breaking free and saying goodbye. Today I’m going to fly away and be me. No longer will you squash my dreams of rewriting hit Broadway musicals for fleas, of narrating camel races, of telling everyone about my life that I think is so boring but is actually quite interesting. Today starts my challenge: two weeks without you, two weeks to get over you.
When two weeks are done, we’ll see if I ever think about coming back to you again.
Llots of Llove,
The Llama
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