How did i get back here? With this pain in my chest, hoping that it will kill me so that i don't have to do it myself

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@c-rave-you
How did i get back here? With this pain in my chest, hoping that it will kill me so that i don't have to do it myself
I MISS YOU
I MISS YOU TOO XX
Love and miss you princess
If this is who I think it is, I love and I miss you too. I think about you often.
Is there a way to kill yourself without hurting the ones you love or that love you?
I feel... alone.
I’m surrounded by people, friends, family. I’m told that they would miss me and that I matter to them but when it’s 1pm, 5pm, 9pm, 1am why do I feel as if the only person I can talk to about my day is myself? Am I crazy? Is this how everyone feels or was i blessed with a life of loneliness that seems like there is no way out. People say it gets better. Don’t get me wrong, it does, but it’s like the saying “what goes up, must come down” every time anything’s ever gotten better, it’s come crashing right back down and gone to shit. It makes me wonder what am I living for? other than the next shit fight they call living? It’s like everything good, goes bad. Everyone I love, loves me temporarily however leaves. Money disappears as quick as the happiness and at the end of the damn day it’s 1pm, 5pm, 9pm & 1am and yep you guessed it, I’m left with nothing but my fucking thoughts and the pain of those are the worst of it all.
Fuck nudes, send me your playlist
“If someone was to lock you in a room for over a year, making you feel sad, trapped and lonely, only to one day set you free. Would you beg them to lock you back up? No? Then don’t beg for him back either.”
— C-rave-you (via c-rave-you)