dear
i know somehow this will all get back to you, because it always does. &i'm sure that once it all gets to you it won't even look the same, because it never fucking does. all i need is to be away from you but i can't seem to go far enough to stop you from fucking popping up. you keep coming back. please just let me be. please. i have to be careful about what gets said to who&in what way&blah fucking blah because it gets twisted&you throw something else back in my face. i just want to be able to breathe, i want to be able to live without you constantly there.
i want air.