At 2:20 PM

Everything I've known is lost. Everything I've grown used to is changing. Everybody is different. Everything is changing. I was used to friends staying the same while my personal life collapsed. I could function if only I had one constant to depend on. But Im noticing my friends are changing too. My life is changing too. Maybe not necessarily in a bad way... Maybe thats the problem. Everything I was used to is changing for the better, so it seems. And Im not sure if I like that. Im used to things not working for me. Im used to the feel of anxiety. I thrive off of the destructive presence that are in the little corners and cracks of the life I live. But what do you do when those cracks are filled with something. Something temorary, but still appears normal to the naked eye. Do you go along with it? Do you pretend everything is better? Is that what you want from me? Or do I tear at it and tear until its a huge gapping hole. Do I make it as great as possible so everyone can see? Because once your not there, your not there.