Roses Bloom In Winter

[rosesbloominwinter]

Two nights in a row dreaming about a pretend version of you, a version where you picked me. Maybe I was nutso when we knew each other. At this point I’m starting to believe it. I hope I wasn’t as horrible as a person as my memory is making me out to be.

[rosesbloominwinter]

I wouldn’t be friends with me either

[rosesbloominwinter]

Reminder

He doesn’t care or think about you

[rosesbloominwinter]

Just a reminder that his posts are never about you

Why would they be

[rosesbloominwinter]

Let me die

[rosesbloominwinter]

Why can’t I just die

[rosesbloominwinter]

Why don’t people like me

[rosesbloominwinter]

So lonely

[rosesbloominwinter]

I want to die and I don’t think anybody knows

[rosesbloominwinter]

#brokenheartclub

[rosesbloominwinter]

Wish somebody could take the pain away

[rosesbloominwinter]

So lonely. Wish I had somebody to go out and see.

[rosesbloominwinter]

Lonely

[rosesbloominwinter]

I can’t even cut myself just in case Jake leaves me because of it. Fuck I want to stab myself

[rosesbloominwinter]

I want to slit my wrists open but I can’t leave Jake all alone. My veins are begging to be ripped out.

[rosesbloominwinter]

I wish I had somebody to hang out with today.

[rosesbloominwinter]

I should just delete all my tumblr. I usually check it about once a day hoping that I’ll get a message from somebody. Maybe I’ve not replied one too many times and people have seen it as me not caring rather than me going through some shit. I’ll never get a message. And if I do I doubt I’d be able to keep up the conversation anyway. Why do I keep checking. I guess for the same reason I try to hint in my Instagram stories how much pain I’m in without photographing it or writing it down. A *cries into my burger* gif probably isn’t enough. Nobody’s ever asked me if I’m okay before, it hurts to think 50+ people swipe past my stories. I never ask anybody for anything, I just really want a friend right now.