i am the healthiest i have ever been, both mentally and physically.
i am broke. and it sucks. i think possibly i am so healthy because
1.)i am too poor to go out
2.)this means i never see people.
i’ve realized how much i love poisonous people.
i do not make the best choices in close friends, or the people i date.
i just want to save everyone.
the more lost a cause is, the more i love it.
it’s time to close the door on that portion of my life.
i’m struggling these days to count the people i would label a friend.
i definitely do not need more than one hand.
oddly enough, i can’t bring myself to care.