It is bad that I’m jealous of people who get high ? Is it bad that I don’t want to clean up because I don’t think it’s fair other people get high and I’m sober ? Why don’t I want a normal life, why is this rush what I live for, this lifestyle. Why am I so jealous that I have to clean up ? This is why I never stick to it. This is why I relapse because I am jealous of the high life and I always will be.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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