remembering when i was too weak to say how awful it was because it was all i had and i thought i couldn’t survive without it

like the friend that’s nothing of a friend, that you can’t simply stop talking to for fear of them moving on to better things without you

staying in situations that are by all signals abusive, directly or indirectly because standing on your own is hard

you learn to make decisions for your own sake, and you learn to live without its affects

you learn to hurt or get hurt, compromise or implode

and nothing is better for you than the solace of self, and eventually the will to break from that coccoon of selfishness and give everything to something

and survival is to give everything

come full circle

come home