treating my memories of them as resources for my soul’s sustenance, anxiously searching for self worth by siphoning whatever’s remaining and putting it back inside of me like a tainted blood transfusion,
remembering me, the person that was willing to give up everything
and ended up with less and less each time.
I feel like growing up is just the process of losing pieces of yourself
and wisdom is bliss in utter cluelessness
of not knowing
anything at all."
On Growing Up, Lucas Regazzi (via 1000scientists)