out to sea

 

A large part of me hopes he can cure this when he gets here.  This need in me to be better, do better, always be doing something… the thing inside that doesn’t let me relax… this… parasite.  Got me sacrificing friendships for ambition.  Ugly like that.  He does two things.  Work.  Chill with his friends.  Sometimes he laughs at me when I talk about all these different classes I want to do, and maybe he’s right.

I’m so tired.

 

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