I already know how this conversation goes, 'you're killing yourself', 'think of our future', 'I just want to help', 'Please listen to me'. Those false hope narratives make me sick, pretty words are just that- words. Tomorrow I'm still going to wake up the shitty person I am now in this shitty situation. Half the day will be a blur as I'd be too high to remember anything, I'll fight with Mikey and then our bodies will become one, love, frustration, anger it all gets poured out when we sleep together like two wounded beasts. I know he's not going anywhere, and I know that no matter how much better he deserves, I'm never going to let him go.
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