"People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves."
Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted (via perfect)
I don’t know what to say or do to help you; I have tried. You know the things you are doing wrong, you know you shouldn’t be doing them, but you continually do them. Although you know all these things, you don’t know how they affect others. I know you are afraid of getting hurt again, I know you just want to leave, to be done with it all, but you just have to stick it out. Running away doesn’t make it easier, it’s not going to. As much as you don’t want to, you have to face your problems, they are not going to magically disappear. I hate not being able to help you. I am forced to sit by and watch you single handed-ly ruin your life. All these horrible decisions, they add up. I don’t want everything you have worked for to be gone, I don’t want to see you throw it all away for someone, a boy. You can’t see how much you are hurting those around you; your parents, aunts, uncles…best friends. You’re pushing everyone away. All but one person who isn’t going to be there forever, who is going to hurt you. Again. I can’t find you on the bathroom floor, drunk, again. Not again.
I don’t know what to do to make you listen, to make you understand. I’ve tried enough as it is. The only thing I can do is let you keep doing all these things and then watch you suffer the consequences later.
