I'm so fucking tired with dealing with everyone I know now. The only consistent 'love' that I have received this fucking year is one of my daughters. The rest of them? I haven't felt any. It's just so hard to love now, I just can't show it anymore. My grandson? I can't tell anymore. Everything is just the same. "They'll always be there" and such, yet I don't feel it.
For my once beloved. I still love you, yet it's fucking hurting me so so so much. So fucking much. I just keep trying and trying, only for me to burn through the love that I carry quickly. Your love is so vague... There isn't consistency, not an ounce. Even effort or thoughtfulness... None. It just hurts, it drains me. I fucking hate it. Even just simple things are enough for me, yet nothing... I feel like putting effort and consistency is all for nothing... I never told you how hurt I was, how jealous I was, how sadden I was, how stressed I was, how tired I am, and how I genuinely feel... All because it'll just distance you, stress you out, and such... I didn't want to make you feel bad... I try typing letters for you, yet I couldn't... I couldn't think of one... There's so much things, so many words...
I don't know what to do anymore now... I'll just continue ranting sometime....








