I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
When you say you can’t, imagine how many times you’ve said that. Imagine how many panic attacks you’ve had and how many ambulances and how many hospital visits and how many IVs . Imagine how many jobs you’ve lost because of your illness. Imagine the time you went into respiratory arrest. An yet here you are, going to Med School because you want to help others like you.
Think of all the times you’ve been here in those same shoes you refuse to throw away and all the place they’ve been and also, taken you. Allow them lead you to something better than this fate.
Someone else doesn’t need to come plant sunflowers in your ribcage, ignite a fire in your chest, or hold you close just to make you feel alive.
And you don’t need new lungs.
If you find yourself in the wrong story, leave. It’s never too late to be someone else. Even bad days last only 24 hours.
Pick yourself up, study your fucking beautiful face in the mirror, put on dark lipstick and grab that fate son of a bitch by his balls. Because a succubus’ are bigger and we don’t live by anyone’s rules.
So sweet how my boyfriend sweetly hands me a pillow as he’s pillaging me from behind. Thanks bb you’re a treat.