Jillian McCabe

I am no longer in charge of my body, you make its decisions for me.

It was only work a crush. That was all.

I’m the girl you text after last call. I’m the girl you forget exists until you’re drunk and alone and need someone.

Embrace the relapse for what it is: a fragmented memory about someone who once loved you. Allow yourself to give into it and then let it go.

That’s something I can look forward to.