Anna. 18. Chicago/Boston.
1 year clean…
I can’t tell anyone here to celebrate…
Someone please be happy for me.
I wouldn’t say it’s romantic, but it’s caused by romance for sure. When I can’t seem to stop thinking about him, I find myself inhaling longer and deeper cause it’d be cool just to pass the fuck out or die to stop the thoughts.
I can attempt all I want but,
I’ve become invincible,
Found a way to be dead,
Without killing myself.