I woke up feeling a way. I planned out my things so clearly & now I don’t know wether to look at you or choose myself . My heart is so pure mostly and I know its used for personal gain. If I call them out , why do I feel like I’m the enemy. I had someone show me myself but I never believed that I could be her. Doubting everything when it comes to love now; and no I’m not cold. I’m just tired. I’ve disconnected but a somber reality hits me in the peaks of my days. It’s time to let go but I can’t do it alone. Being cold is not my true language, but fuck it . I need to be a different breed, all love.