journal #11

i have led a life much like yours, so overcome by the love you have for someone who fucked you inside and out that every breath you take is another wish to bring them back to bed. but i am not here, my dear, to replace her. i am here to be the person who needs replacing, however impossible it has been for me to take that role. i guess my timing, it's always off, isn't it? "behave yourself." i am not her. i can battle on my own, i have my own army inside of me, i need no assistant general.