sometimes it scares me that maybe I let go of the only happiness I'll ever find here anymore. and other times I'm so glad I escaped our miserable spiral down.
the most terrifying thing is not knowing what's next
just hoping maybe I'll get another chance at something..
it feels over but then I don't know what's next. so it feels paused. like I'm just gona float here til I figure out where exactly I'm going. cuz who would want to lose the life jacket before they can clearly see the shore?