Everything’s all cute and fun and games. That is, until someone gets hurt. And the person who usually gets hurt is me.Â
I want to say that I’m done. I’m done with all this superficial bullshit. I’m done with all these loose ties and weak bonds. I’m done with the sex and the debauchery.Â
The problem in thinking that I’m done is that if not for all this bullshit, I’d have nothing at all.Â
No one. Zilch. Zip.
I don’t know how to get what I want. I’m not even sure that it exists.
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