Why can't I let this possessiveness go? Why can't I free myself from repeatedly hurting myself over things that can't possibly be mine? Or better yet, shouldn't be mine? Why can't I admit—by heart—that certain things are better left as-is than stashed in my closet?
This OMG I WANT!
mentality is gonna kill everything that I have, then eventually gonna kill me. Hello my executioner, would you mind giving me the answer before hanging me?
