Dine Alone.
Not just a Quicksand song.
When do we decide to think about the other people in our lives? And when do we focus on ourselves? Are they two seperate entities, or are they supposed to blend together? And to what degree? Questions. No answers. Just more questions. We both consciously and unconsciously allow people access to our lives, our hearts, our minds. We’re so vulnerable, but we want so desperately to be strong. When is it enough? When is it not enough? When is it just the right amount? How do we decide who will be the co-dependant? Who is the perfect candidate? And how much chaos is allowed before we know the answer? When is the line drawn? When does it start? When does it stop? Never clearly defined. Never given away for free. It costs a lot. It costs you your sanity, your reason, your will. It eats at you from inside and out. It loves and kills you. It keeps you alive.
Your life affects others. Their life affects yours. Stop holding onto an idea of what it SHOULD be and Just. Let. Go. It will never be the way you imagined, no matter how bad you want it to be. There is too much chance. Too much fate for one serving. We’ll always be on this fucked up, rollercoaster of a journey. All of us. And it’s not up to us when it stops.
