It makes me sick, how sadness is addicting. The way I can't stop. Sadness is familiar. it's comfortable and it's easy in a sense that comes natural to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self hate. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it's addicting, because I know sadness and I know it well. And there's a type of comfort in that, like being home from a trip or sleeping in your bed after being away. There's just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it's suppose to be.
- Marianna Paige
