blessed are the forgetful

I don’t even need the drink to be numb anymore

I really have no one and nothing.. the one person that claims they’re here, treats me as a burden. I think I’m done trying to exist…

He crossed a line of abuse tonight I don’t think I can ever forgive.. how am I supposed to find safety here

I’m too deep in the dark this time

I never feel more alone lately than when I’m with you…

I’ve made so many sacrifices for happiness that the happiness is impossible to feel now

I wish I was exciting to come home to

I wanna feel unconditional love.. how does it feel to be actually fucking loved? Lol I’m pathetic

I feel like everyday I’m on an episode of “things you do as an adult since you grew up with a drug addict parent”