I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.
I will not fall for you.

Too late.

When I say she's not good enough for you, what I really mean is "I am."

My new address as of this Wednesday:

1188 W. Wood

Decatur, IL

62522

(217) 424 3884

It's becoming real now. Here we go.

"My exit unobserved and my homesickness absurd. I said 'water' expecting the word to satisfy my thirst."

love,

sierra

I'd really like to know what triggers this clingy-idealizing part of me comes from. Because it's absolutely fucking ridiculous. And it's not fair to anyone.

Abuse makes victims who are weak and needy and insecure.

I'm tired of it.

I'm becoming my mother.

I've counted down the years, months, weeks. Now it's days, and I've never felt so trapped.

Sick.

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