Self-aware of my self-destruction, yet unable to stop myself.

when you feel like you’re starting to get better and suddenly the impending doom sets in again and you know the cycle is about to repeat

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

SUNSET AFTER 7PM NEVER KILL YOURSELF