allmymetaphors:

it’s weird that sometimes you have to cut people out of your life (who are not malicious people) for the sake of your own survival. it’s sad and terrible when those people don’t understand why I do the things I do. it’s very sad that not everyone understands me, and that I have to chose between hurting myself or hurting the people I care about. I don’t like that part of being human. I wish that cutting people from my life was as easy as just saying I’m going to do it.