❝I’m obsessed with past lovers;
treating my memories of them as resources for my soul’s sustenance, anxiously searching for self worth by siphoning whatever’s remaining and putting it back inside of me like a tainted blood transfusion,
remembering me, the person that was willing to give up everything
and ended up with less and less each time.
I feel like growing up is just the process of losing pieces of yourself
and wisdom is bliss in utter cluelessness
of not knowing
anything at all.
❝I will bleed for better reasons this year.