All I have are endless strings.
You can’t save something someone is actively attempting to destroy. It is no longer a rescue mission, but a battle to engage.
I let another touch me and couldn’t face the world for a week—what now?
I can’t save anyone or anything, let alone myself, and especially us.
Sad exchange:
23:07
X: are we fighting?
23:10
Y: No and never will
03:28
X: miss you
10:16
Y: Miss you too
Bullshit, honestly.
I want to fly, there.
I want to put them back on, but what is the fucking point now?
You watch them while they watch me, while you watch yourself the most.
Exterior won’t eliminate the need—do you feel further away yet?
It’s hell, but it’s home.