I have loved you since the very moment I came into contact with your imperfections…your ugly is a drug to me. I’m sure, that, to an extent, I’ve always been aware of the hypocrisy within my own life and aspirations…but every Single. Little. Thing, about you Just. Screams. Freedom. I have no thoughts or words to accurately describe the possible that you instill within me, but what I CAN tell you is that it hurts…and day by day it metastasizes into something that makes everything I’ve ever known to be true an unrecognizable reality. I hate this feeling of powerlessness….and I hate even more that it stems from a place such as you. I know better! I’ve always known better…and the stereotypical nature of my idiotic indecision just makes this entire situation the most bitter pill of all.
I don’t know if this helps at all, but I feel the exact same way. You have put words into my mouth, and I understand. We can make it through together.