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Why do I do this to myself? Why do I recover the same pictures three times a week, just to delete them once again.
Why do I have such trouble leaving this for good? Is it because my soul knows what’s best for me...but I keep being told that you’re so toxic.
Why can’t I let you go? Maybe because I jumped head first into a pit of tar without thinking I’d be left with burns and scars.
I want you in my life. I want you.
But there’s nothing I can do if you don’t want me too.
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I keep rubbing my eyes to see if I can wake up from this horrible dream. The only downside is that it’s real.
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