i am not a fucking metaphor. i am a living breathing human being, a tangible pile of skin and bones and blood. i am not yours to use. i am not here to teach you a life lesson. i am not here for you to save. i can save myself just fine. i am not yours to fix. i am fucked up and emotionally damaged, but i don’t need you to fix me. i don’t need another person to make me whole.