Symbiosis turned parasitic. A cancer ripped free by it’s own accord. Unfortunately after years of spreading and seeping into every single aspect of my life it nearly annihilates what it's left behind.

I'm a carcass. I’m what’s left over after a hopelASS romantic is bled dry and cast off to die. It can never go well when you tether the selfless to the selfish. “A friendship at a crossroad: One led by love, the other by necessity." That’ll be the tag line to this soap opera I’ve found myself living in lately. Unsure of who I am anymore. Relearning to be myself, to be okay alone. My self splintered by rejection. It takes everything out of me to live. I cry nonstop for hours. Body wracked by loneliness, by sorrow I once had the pleasure of never knowing existed.

There's no light at the end of this tunnel. No job. No car. No friends. No one. Another lesson learned. No matter how content you think you are, never neglect those who also want to be in your life. You never know when you'll find yourself alone with no one else to turn to.