It makes me sick, that sadness is addicting. I can't stop. Sadness is familiar. Its comfortable and it's easy in a sence that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way that my body aches with self hatred. The way my brain 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 I know it very well. And there's a sort of concert in that,like home after a trip, or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There's just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it's suppose to be. I can't be saved, it is eating me piece by piece until I am nothing and I don't want to hurt you. I don't wanna be the reason u do things u will regret. I don't want to make u speechless, or surprised. I want u to get back to the life u had before u met me. I don't want u to get to deep into my mind because I am afraid of what I can do to u. I don't want to lose you, but I don't wanna keep u either.
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NonfiksiSo this is a story. It is about life. Not like a journal but more of a description of what people can do to people. I am tired of hiding.
