i hate remembering good times that i had with people who ended up being really shitty to me
I wish I could tell someone, I really do. I wish I could say something without having to say sorry, because I’m not. I’m only sorry when I start to get sick. I want to say I don’t know why I did this again, but I do. The temptation and feeling is way too amazing. The only thing you forget once you go back are all the downfalls, and there is a lot of them. By the time you realize that, it’s already too late. It’s only been one week and I feel stuck again. I’m remorseful, yet I’m not. I was fortunate where this ended last time, I’m scared to know where I will end up this time.