I thought by lifting off all my baggage I would feel better,

I would feel full...but in reality all it made me was a lot more empty.

This was a different kind of emptiness, one that crushed your soul and made you hate yourself.

And then I just had to accept the fact that NO!

I was never going back to who I used to be, because I didnt know that person anymore.

She was a stranger....and maybe one day I would become her.

Not now though. Not today. Maybe not ever.

So I throw off everything that burdened me, every single thing and I didnt care how it made me feel.

I jump off the cliff and wait until I hit the bottom.

There is a bottom...right?

And then I hit it, and the impact was too much for me to bear.

So I decide Im not going to do this anymore.

And then.....I let myself go.