I dont look back for anyone. Not anymore. Not reason to. Theres nothing nostalgic about pain and bad fucking memories. I dont want to go back to anywhere i've been before. Memories betray. They always have. Its better to live in the fucking moment and have a good time. I dont care anymore. People can lose me in their lives. I'm disposable. At the end of the day i know where I stand. I am getting sick of standing in one place in my place and never getting ahead because of others wants and needs. I am trying but I am at the end of my rope. I cant keep sacrificing for someone who under appreciates it and for others who i barely fucking exist to. I will move on. I will stop caring. I have ghosted others i truly cared for just because I dont tolerate disrespect. If I feel trapped there are two options, fight or run. Right now I'm trying to fight, but every logical moment in my head says the right thing is just to move on. The sad fucking truth about the matter is I do feel tr...