2013-02-11 / 11:15 p.m.

I want to have the strength to walk away from something but my heart beats an impossible rhythm at the thought of not having a hand to hold that isn't my own. I give advice with conviction and with grace and with a certain overflow of empathy but when it comes to living for myself, I am an incompetent fool.
He is a jealous, paranoid man and still. And still and still and still. Maybe I just need a friend.