i hate seeing you like this. it frustrates me that you have to carry other people, make sure they're ok, keep them going, and are left with nothing for yourself. and it blows my mind that still you have time to just call and make sure i'm still ticking over. that means so much, you have no idea.
i wish there was something i could do, but you're too fucking proud to lean on other people and you're suffering for it.
there's so much i want for you. i want you to be able to relax. i want you to have the space you need. i want you to not have to worry about things that shouldn't be yours to own. i want you to be free to be you all the time, not just when you're with the select few. most of all, i want you to be happy.
song for today: paint it black - the rolling stones
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