
MindFog
:Professional Hypocrite:
- Nov 19, 2020
- 733
It just feels so painful. I feel everything around me is rotting, and I had to stop it. I'm so anxious when I see the people I love destroy their bodies from their addiction and means of escape. I 'm so helpless. Why do I have to hide their cigarrette stashes, force them to go to the hospital and always remind them to be good to theirselves. I don't want them to die. I love them, but it hurts that I spent my life worrying and worrying and being so inept.
And now look at me. I'm a fucking mess. I promised I'd be better, that I'll help them when I grow up. I can't even just make them feel proud. I'm bringing everyone pain now. They're getting older now, and I can't even lend a hand. I'm so fucking useless.
And now look at me. I'm a fucking mess. I promised I'd be better, that I'll help them when I grow up. I can't even just make them feel proud. I'm bringing everyone pain now. They're getting older now, and I can't even lend a hand. I'm so fucking useless.