saying goodbye

i wonder if the times you can't say goodbye or can't let go are the times your arent suppost too. for the past year or so i've tried letting go of a part of me that i thought was lost and gone or at least dead and ominous... i fought it so hard did so many things to try and forget and lose what i thought was dead. what i realized was the fact that that part of me has clawed its way out! it did last may when i thought all hope was lost! i opened the door that was shut and at first i was terrified that i would not be able to shut it and i would be haunted by it but i couldnt ask for more. everything that has happened means the world to me. i love my vices what can i say??