fucking dear kaylee,
it’s not relationships, cities, weather, loneliness, or candida overgrowth that’s restricting you
it’s me,
I’m strangling your potential
last night you were mid-strangle, I could see you fighting, trying to figure out “why am I feeling this way? what is going on in my life that would possibly make me feel strangled?”
but you never thought of getting strangled by your own mind
all my love,
kaylee
