I've accepted that I'm not a bird person and I don't want to be sad, but I can't help it. Even if it's better. Even if things probably would have just gotten worse... because there was love, saying good bye hurts.
My room is empty again.
I gotten my first bird to keep me company because I was lonely. Because the person that was supposed to be my best friend had left a gaping hole and I needed something to fill it. I feel like that void is going to come back, but I have a suspicion that it's not a real fear because I have a new best friend now and other best friends that I'm actually investing in. And they love me. And take care of me.
I also really think that this is a big step to get my life where I want it to be.
This was a responsibility that I needed to let go of, because I was neglecting a responsibility to myself due to it. I have to get to the point where I have the means to take care of others. That's just not right now.
