The Words Mean Nothing
I don’t know what I want. I think I do, I say I do, but I don’t.
The words slip out of my mouth with practiced confidence. But they hold no meaning, no value. They’re words. Just words, only words.
That’s all they are.
I need accountability from others, I can’t trust myself. I let things slide and say everything is fine, but it never is.
I need a friend, a real one. A professional friend that won’t let me screw around.
I need a friend who will tell me when I’m right and wrong, one I can be open and honest with. I need someone who will understand, but someone who won’t back down at the same time.
My words mean nothing.
I need words that hold value, words that I can trust. Words that can be trusted.
I don’t know what I want anymore. I don’t think I ever did.