"some things never truly leave you, day437." i heard that shit today and just wanted to scream. like it's some sentimental reminder. no. it's a goddamn ghost that still tries to grab you by the ankle. my whole body tensed up, the ache in my palms from clenching them into fists. i changed my whole route home for a reason, remade everything, so i wouldn't have to walk past that shadow. and still, the old street tried to pull me in. it's not about what 'leaves' you, it's about what you choose to KILL every single fucking day.