What a sad boring reality it is, the town you’ve lived in all your life, with the same people with different faces and interests wasting all your time. They’ll never get out. Even if they move; they’ll always be stuck with their flaws, and personalities of ruin, and maybe I will too.
Not with my own, but with theirs. The ones I lend my time. The ones I lend my love. I am stubborn, and I don’t give up. But that means when I do, that I don’t give up on giving up. It takes a lot to say I’m done, but maybe I always was. This will be easier than I thought. It’s the principle of it.