"Why are you still outside when clearly you have a damn good reason to go in?" I allow a half smile and let his words marinate before I respond. Truth is, I have no good reason to be stalling, but for some reason, I know the minute I walk through those doors, shit is going to change for me, and I haven’t decided if that’s something I can handle. If anything, the last few years have taught me I can’t handle much. All I’ve managed to do is lose. I lost my best friend, myself, and maybe even more. Not sure if I need to bring anyone else into my orbit.
