Growing up I had it burned into my brain that people always leave. I hated it. From my parents to my siblings, even my animals. Now this isn’t a pity party, as you continue reading you will see why certain information is neccessary. I had a habit of giving entirely too much if not all of me to anyone I became close to, even though in the back of my head I knew it would only end with a goodbye. Friendships, relationships, no matter how many promises made or stories told it all ended the same. Putting my heart back together just to have it shattered again you’d think I liked it as many times as I played the same games, running in circles.

One day though I was watching the sunset self-refelcting on any and everything pertaining to my life. I had just moved to greensboro with my girlfriend, quitting my job to start over here with her. The thing is though, that seems to be my pattern in my adult life. This isn’t the first time I’ve quit my job packed up and moved away.

This time was different though, more intense than any time before. I think it’s only because I’m trying to convince myself this time will be the last time, which don’t get me wrong I do truly hope it is.

When I leave, I leave. There are no goodbyes, no plans, no conversations, no thoughts, just action. I stopped showing up to work, I changed my phone number and I deleted all of my social media. I made myself completely unreachable, killing off the old me and everything that came with it in a sense. It was in that moment of watching the sunset that I realized I’ve become everything I hated the most. I leave the same way I was left, except worse. I give no explanination, no signs or reasons, no indication things are about to completely change, one day I just way up and decide to silently burn it all down.