I know someone whose relationship with me is sort of, kind of like a rollercoaster.
I hold on and struggle through the slow parts and the difficult climb, just waiting for the fall.
Waiting for that exhilarating moment when I can just let go; scream, shout and just be myself.
And it's crazy.
Whenever the ride comes to an end, I just keep climbing back on, again and again and again.
No matter how tired or sick I am.
Because that fall is too addictive.
Addictive enough for me to be willing to forget the upward slopes and the treacherous bends.
It kills me but at the same time,
i live for it .