I’m done. after I get my belongings I don’t want to see you again. the closest we’ll be is acquaintances if that.
didn’t eat all day and can’t sleep. kinda feel like I’m about to pass out. fun.
I heard a knock on my door today. I was wanting it to be you. hoping it was you. needing it to be you. but it wasn’t you. it isn’t you. and it will never be you.
everything that could go wrong. has gone wrong. all within a three day span. I’m now laying in my bed stuck with a sore throat and fever. I got my car fixed last night though… so that’s a plus.
I feel dead inside. I don’t know how much longer I can lay here overcome by emptiness with no happiness left in me.
well today got worse. my car just got a flat tire. a fucking flat tire. I didn’t hit anything or run anything over. I’m done with today.
not a good day. cried in front of a teacher. work tonight. just want today to be over.
I’ve been here before a few times.. and I’m quite aware we’re dieing…
you make me cry. you make me hate myself. you make me regret everything and wish I could take it all back. but I still love you. but a promise is a promise. you’re done and I wish I wasn’t.