Dear Habit:
It took me a few minutes to recognize you. The brightness in your eyes for which i once chose to incorporate you into my life no longer lives there. Your face is lined with indifference and monotony. The burden held in your face is an image branded into my my mind after seeing it pre and post each of my days confined to the cubicle where i'm supposed to make my mark in this world. Where I am literally a box among boxes and the only way to differentiate is to wear something outside of black, white or gray. So much of the same nauseates me. The rules and political correctness it all is suffocating my soul.
Only this time I can see myself.
I know how you feel about me. While I love the idea of you, the security, the things I used to love, my expectations have changed. I've grown. I think you'd be best fit for someone new.
Love,
Some girl growing into herself
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