the door.

Almost everyone I know tells me to fuck it.
They say fuck you. I tell them, okay.

I cannot change how one would distinguish things. I stayed when I had every reason not to. I suppose that in the end, the longer something is with me, the more prone it is to destruction. I can never save you and you will all eventually drown me. I'm fine, don't get me wrong. Sometimes I feel as if I will always love him more yet he could never really love me. It's funny how I let myself go through these. I know it is. I've heard people laugh about it before. I think I'm tired, of standing up for what prefers sitting down. I might just be done. He can go do whatever he wants.

-riri-