It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. the way i can't stop. sadness is familiar. it's comfortable and it's easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. but everything else about it is hard. the way my body aches with self-hatred. the way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. the way it poisons everything i do, every relationship i have. yet it's addicting, because i know sadness, and i know it very well. and there's a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. there's just a sense that this Is where i belong. this is how it's supposed to be. --marianna paige
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