"You can't reach for anything new if your hands are full of yesterday's junk."

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This is hard; I can't do it. My past weaves me tight onto the invisible walls of emotion. My yesterdays were not junk, they meant something to me. They made me; it created me. But this is true in a way too. I cannot grasp onto anything new. I make acquaintances, but I am unable to maintain any sort of relationship. My confidence level stooped low; this is not me.

I am not this facade. I am someone.

But I can't change. I can't make myself a better person.

I cannot grasp on tight. 

My ability to sustain myself is gone.

♦Sequel to If I Have Loved