“I’ve been sitting here for four hours thinking about what I should do. I don’t want to go home. I fucked up again. I’ve been a drug addict my whole life. But I was clean for three months. I got a job at a call center. I was doing well. Then as soon as I got my paycheck, I went out drinking with some coworkers. Just a normal thing. But then I tried a little coke, went on a binge, and lost my job. Same story as always. And now I don’t want to go home. I live with my mother. She’s never lost faith in me. My brother was killed in the army so I’m her only son. She doesn’t deserve this. She was so happy that I had a job. She’d convinced herself that things were finally going to be OK. And I’ve got to go home and tell her what happened. And I don’t want to do it. She’s not even going to be mad. She’ll just be so hurt. Then she’ll ask me if I’ve eaten.”
My favourite person is just eternally kind. I'm not a poet, but she makes me want to write sonnets about the size of her heart. There has never been a person I have loved more; she has been through so much and it messed her up but she never lost faith in humanity. She's constantly trying to make the world a brighter, better place. And, oh, she gets so excited about everything? Nature is a constant miracle to her, and she makes me care for things I would never have looked at twice.