What’s the point of sacrificing everything for your passion, when that passion, that you so desperately keep seeking is slowly killing you. When what makes you feel alive is the exact thing that keeps you from living. When is enough, actually, without you wanting it too be, enough.
I don’t have that answer.
I’m not negative, I’m just real.
It’s the reality that’s negative.
For the first time, in a long time…
I’m truly lost.