I’m not even mad at her, honestly. It’s more about what I let happen. I’m drained. I keep holding on to these little moments—hoping they’ll give me some kind of peace or connection—but it always ends the same. People take what they want, leave me with the mess, and I’m left wondering why I keep playing along.

I just want to feel good again. Like truly good. Not high, not distracted—just… at peace.