“I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.”

scared for how little i care for.
i used to, until even more people gave me a reason not to. i keep finding myself in these situations and it seems to be a pattern without and end. i become invisible the second i am in need of support from my loved ones. nice party trick huh
i guess i'm doomed to live a life without the 'tight-knit circle of friends' fairytale.
jake nor beau deserves this twisted life of me relapsing and feeling better and this vicious cycle of anger and let downs. i just can't seem to pick myself back up this time.