Avoiding.

There's just so many things I want to avoid in life but I know I can't and I won't.
I know that avoiding things means running away from everything.
Running away from things you fear to face in life.
I'll just end up running away from myself.
What's the use then?
When I can stand up on my feet again, brush away the dirt and claim that I'm fine.
Perfectly fine.

I want to avoid being jealous,
feeling envious,
feeling angry when I know the truth,
feeling sad when I know how we used to be,
missing the old "us",
hoping that I can reatrive the past.

What about what we could have been?
Or we might have been?

The truth hurts so much that you wish you were being told a lie.