relapsing after over a year? or more? feels so stupid. like why do i feel the need to cut myself for something like this. he probably wishes i was dead or wishes i never existed or wishes our lives never touched and im here still suffering deeply two years later incapable of feeling anything but unlovable. cause she’s so pretty and of course you’d wanna marry her and of course you wouldn’t wanna marry me when i’m this sad fuck worthless fat mess of merely a human being













