Sometimes It's Just Feels Like I Am A Burden For Everyone, Even For Myself

No, he didn’t love me. Yes, it’s not the end of the world. But it was the end of my world. I was always broken, even before I met him. But after him, I shattered into a million pieces.

One can fix a crack but you can’t put back a million pieces together

“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.

The heart wants what the heart wants and there’s nothing one can do about it, except for suffering.

I wish I didn’t want you anymore.

I’m starting to care less and less about how people would feel if I didn’t wake up tomorrow.

Don’t tell me I’ll find someone else. Don’t tell me someone will love me someday. Please don’t give me that hope. I want to believe it more than anything. Knowing me, I’ll give in and try again. But heartbreak is inevitable. And I don’t have it in me to have my heart broken again. I won’t make it if it happens again. So let me stay safe, doesn’t matter if I’m alone. At least I’ll survive.

So please don’t say it. Because I’m doing everything I can to never believe in it again.