if a volcano erupted and just covered the entire house up right now I’d be immensely relieved if I wasn’t so dead.
I am tired of making these impossible decisions about what stays and what goes and what part of my life to sacrifice and what part to be stuck with forever and who to betray and whose secrets to keep and how to fucking defend myself from my relatives and their threats. I’m tired of giving away my dreams and everything I draw comfort from because there’s no more room and no more time.
I’m just tired and whatever particle of a soul I had is draining away.
Captain Koril 