just got home from work. I feel really sick. The hell em I doing? em i desperate? Why? I feel like I'm betraying someone? Here it goes again.. its so fucking frustrating to take that walk home while feeling so goddamn guilty.. why do i always end up gauging how weak I am in the middle of the day before I go to sleep? I know I don't need to get anyone's approval.. memento mori right? i know everyone deserves happiness.. but sometimes happiness comes with a great price.
so i know I can't enjoy it when I know I'm going to hurt someone. but i can't help it. I'm sorry. I really am. damn, just when I'm starting to like you. it feels hell again.
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