7/25/19
Last week about I was having a ptsd-triggered panic attack. I went to the porch to get some air and try to calm down. I texted my boyfriend. He responded to my first text with just 'im sorry' and I was just trying to talk to him. Besides that one message he immediately stopped replying (so normal now, he just dissapears in the middle of a conversation every single time),and I didn't hear from him until waayyy later on.
I haven't forgot it. I won't.
When I was freaking out over finding old drug paraphernalia in my room, I texted him and he just kept making iv drug use. When I was freaking out in the doctor room waiting for a pregnancy test result (not pregnant, thank God), he was joking again.
I don't forget it. He is never there for me when I need him. Hell, he hardly messages me at all ever. And then when we hang out in person he's just on his phone. Boy just wants to fuck me and then ignore me. That's it.
I hate this. I don't love him I don't even fucking like him. He sucks. He's the worst. This shit feels so fucking hollow there's nothing here.
I mean I didn't like him to begin with, I was just bored and he was something to occupy myself for a bit. But now he's boring and frustrating and just such a waste of time and space man.
Fuck this
















