Stay Trill

I’m so fucking used to it. You let people in, they consume you like water. You begin to depend on them like air. They become the roots that keep you ground. Then they are gone like a flame in the wind. Why does everyone in my life leave me?

pick: do you want to be with someone who loves you with their entire soul in a home where you are cared for where every day is happy even on the days in won’t be? do you want to be healthy and functional and alive? do you want to love? or do you want to get high? do you want to hurt everyone who cares so bad they don’t care anymore? alone in a new place every day chasing feelings off of tin foil? you won’t eat or sleep or think. your mom will identify your body she won’t recognize you, though. did you pick? did you have to think about it? it’s such an easy choice so why is it so hard?