What even am I to him? I’m tired of the questioning. Im just going to give up I guess. He’ll never love me the same way. Im just going to settle for my ex and forget any feelings I have for him. Im tired of being lonely and confused and unloved, my daydreams have become hell knowing it will never be real. Im done.
Love doesnt exist.
Sed the Depressed Hoarder of Bananas and Chocolate syrup
irony: having to leave my house in order to get therapy for agoraphobia
I’m bitter!
The sobs that choke you up and keep you from breathing are the worst. The actual chunk of sadness that wells up into a knot in your throat is agony.
I love him and this is not the scary part. He doesn’t love me and even this isn’t the scary part. The scary part is that I won’t be able to love anyone else like I love him
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'No one gives a fuck about my nightmares, But it's nothing you should worry yourself about.'
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