i hate endings! they give me that feeling of empty, of incertitude, of leaving. i hate endings. even though i try to convince myself they mean new beginning. maybe i fear beginnings, because of the incertitude, maybe i’m just afraid of emptier tomorrows.
one thing for sure, i hate endings. gives me feelings of desperation and crying inside, throws my little kid inside into this panic circle that he can’t control. Always approaching endings i feel i didn’t did, feel as much as i should, could have. It’s always a lot that i didn’t do, i lot i missed out on. A lot and to little of me.