I crossed a bridge today.
I didn't jump off. 🥳
To small victories. 🥂
Sleep evades me yet again
On an unrelated note, the unlimited coffee I got for £0.99 at Wetherspoons earlier was 👌
The novelty of new faces and strange places works its black magic, and love becomes disposable once again.
I wish I could say I'd never been more compelled by a longing, but there was once, and I'm overcome by fear that the power that drug still holds over me can never be fully extinguished. Is "life" a fitting word for a state of enduring between quicksand and salvation?