Maybe he was right. Am I really as fucked up as he said I am? Or is this just what sociopaths do? They make you think you're the one who is crazy, you're the one that is abusing them. Or am I just as crazy as he is? Am I ever going to find real happiness without him? Was it a mistake to leave him?
— z.s // excerpts from a book i'll never write #31 // 3 a.m. thoughts
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