I don't know where I stand anymore.

I am just living. Existing. Breathing.
I miss you. I miss what we had but I have to put up this front so I don't fall for you any deeper. This is not me but it's who I have to be. Haha, how fucked up is that? Everyone is all about "be yourself" but what happens when being yourself just ends up hurting yourself? I guess I am just in a phase of discovering myself. Setting standards to how I should be treated. Setting standards to what kind of a person I want to be.

I am happy. At least I believe I am.