I feel like a ball.

Seriously, I feel like a ball.

I've been throw up so high that it's made me feel like I'm on top of the world.
But, as I fall to the ground, no one's there to catch me.

I hit the ground, shittiest feeling ever by the way, and I bounce way back up into the sky.
Same result.

It gets me so high that it's better than any drug in the world.
Then, it all comes crashing down around me.
And eventually, I come crashing down.

This repeats for, oh, who knows how long.
I guess it all depends on the person.

In this case, I bounced once.
I'm not bouncing anymore.
I choose NOT to bounce anymore.
I'm like a deflated basketball, waiting for someone to come and pick me up.

You know, I think I've found someone to come and pick me up.
But the thing is, can I trust them?
Every person I've put my trust in has let me down, one way or the other.

Especially you.
Maybe I've learned something.
Maybe I haven't.

But whatever. You're gone now.