skeleton
Every day here is the same.
A constant loop of earning and giving. We barely scrape by unless we (I) decide to go as low as to eat something as vile as the ones we (they) catch. God has made me stay in my own personal hell and I know why she's done this but I find it hard to grasp at why I am not alone in this. These words are disgustingly sentimental in a way. Trust me I'm not growing attached. Yet.
I still love you