i feel like such a sell out but its just apart of playing the game. I'm just a pupet and their controlling the strings embedded deep into my bones. how amazing it would be to take this knife and cut the strings, but then i'd be useless, lying motionless with the blood of my dreams soaking the floor around me and my heart would finally stop beating. i can dream about it but never act because my dreams are all i have.
but my 13 year old self is vomiting her heart onto the floor
when did i become everything i promised myself i wouldnt be?
when did i become such a sell out?
