when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

i love smiling

being happy is so fun and being friendly to random people is priceless

Im verh drunk. But ive come home earlier. Ive come so far, pushing it for the sake of the gact im completely single with no strings attached is pointless. There is a string attached. The string is me. I know my limits. I love her more than anything but shes completely fucked. She needs so much help. And i somehow, despite being from a much more privlidged life, need more help. Shes a good person at her core whos been corrupted and swayed and just completely screwed by circumstance. Im just a bad person. But i so desperately want to be better. So im gonna try my best to not use alcohol as a crutch. If theres a reality where we work out, its one where ive used my privilege to get the help i need to be a good person. I dont know if you still read these, but if you do: youll be glad to know i have an unfortunately expensive therapy session on wednesday. Im going to be better. I just hope to god that when i come back for you youve found the help you so very deserve.