I choose me. I am happy and my world isn't miserable. I do things. Alone as usual. But on my terms. There are no strings on me and no one weighing me down. Its better that way. I was never meant for anyone long term. I can barely take care of myself and my responsibilities. And of those I have had plenty. Its just the landscape kept changing and I adapted every single time. Now im sick of adapting. I am living life on my terms and my terms alone. Fit in or fuck off. I don't need anyone in my life that doesnt want to be there, drags me down or simply is adjecent. I have plenty of freinds. Most of them are arms length for a reason. You dont want to be simply in orbit and adjecent to me. Im fine and happy being a lone wolf. Always have been. I walk and go wherever I want. And I intimidate people randomly. I'm fine with being that in my personal life too.
Nothing ever changes. Sadly my world has a reality that I will watch someone I care about enable someone forever because thats how she has been raised to be accountable to be her brothers keeper. I have to stay in orbit because my son is her child and I know how easily it is to fall into the fucking pit of addictions. Therevis dust on bottle here because outside of social drinking I choose not to fucking drink at home. I have the ability and the means to be in a constant state of intoxication but I also know what that has cost us all so I choose not to. Others choose something else. Somehow I'm the one with a happy and stable life. I'm a statistic, this isn't how its supposed to fucking end for me. I shouldn't have a family as fractured as it is, and I'm probaly years past my expiration date. But I endure. And I do it because its about more than me. But I could very easily look into the bottom of that bottle and live there. Nothing in my fucking life pr...