I don’t want to get attached to anyone. Because I know I’ll always be the second option or left behind. I’ve never had a friend who stuck with me when I was having problems. It’s funny how you can be willing to go through so much shit to help someone. And at the end of the day, it won’t mean a thing to them.
part of me wants to be seven and careless.
part of me wants to be back in your bed.
part of me wants to be forty and settled.
part of me wants to be dead.
i’ve grown so unattached from people like i could literally move across the country tomorrow and not give a shit about leaving anyone except for like 3 people
waking up and getting up are two very very different things