I remember when I used to think a relapse was a drug related term. Now that word is an all too familiar word. Everyday lately has been tempting to relapse. God, there’s so many bad habits I’ve avoided but they keep taunting me fuck. I can’t keep up anymore. These long work days and short schedules for sleep are wrecking me. The word relapse is just haunting. Relapse on starving myself, or on previous abusive relationships like Ryan, or on the different ways I used to harm myself; emotionally, mentally, and phyiscally.
Whatever, ignore me. Shut me out. Do everything you said you wouldn’t. Don’t call me or text me when you want to play me some more. “You’re my boy and I’m your sheriff” kiss my ass you’re just as bad as Ryan.