"For fuck's sake it's the issue that I can't look into the camera for 5 seconds? Never thought you’re the fucking issue? Why won’t you just fucking leave then? Yeah you’ll leave you’ll find someone worthy! Someone who will care about your ass! You are fucking asshole, dogshit, worthless fucking fuck!"

"She's just drunk, it's fiiine"

I said again and again. I felt like a hostage doubting myself and hoping in these empty promisses every day. I just wanted to drop this weight that was pulling me down. I'm free now, but it still haunts me sometimes. I hope I can finally move this memory out of my head onto this picture, like when you throw some stuff in the attic just to collect dust