He doesn't want to see me. He didn't even talk to me today. I think things are going to be over for a while. If I died, he wouldn't notice.

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He doesn't want to see me. He didn't even talk to me today. I think things are going to be over for a while. If I died, he wouldn't notice.
I know everyone I love will leave me. Whether they pass on or abandon me. It'll happen eventually, inevitably.
Then after I'm done giving the world what I have to offer
I'll choose to pass on
By then, I won't suffer anymore.
I know what kind of person I am in life. I know what it will take for me to die.
I only have purpose because of the people I have in my life.
When I'm done making things I want to make, and when I lose everyone who means something to me
Then I'm okay with dying
I'll do it with my own hands
I'll be at peace.
I thought I was getting better but I told too much to a coworker of mine and now my brain won't stop.
I wish I didn't say anything.
Adjusting to new meds this week, went on tiktok and diecovered an indie horror series that portrays the impacts of trauma in such a raw form. I also had a mini breakdown and I remembered how I used to feel so much. It's horrible.
It's terrible and exhilarating to be worse. I miss the euphoria of obsession but hate the burning of pain. I felt heaviness in my heart in a way I haven't felt in so long. I missed him so much that it hurt, so much that I cried. I want to feel the burning on my skin but I know it won't really help me.
I can't sleep easily at night. Maybe the darkness never comforted me.
At the end of the day, I'm glad I have my meds, because without them my relationship would be in danger every day and I don't know how I would live with myself when the cycle repeats again.
I feel like it's all over for us.
I firmly believe that the typical strong, capable women in media are ruining messy women in both media and real life.
I tried getting my bf into Mirai Nikki but he can't stand Yuno Gasai.
I tried watching the first anime I've ever watched anime with him and he said he hates the main character because she doesn't "properly take care of her daughter" because the daughter character cooks and cleans. Mind you, the protagonist still loves her daughter, protects her with all her life, spends time with her as much as she can when she's not on-call. But all of a sudden he hates it when the mother-daughter dynamic isn't normal in an anime that isn't realistic whatsoever.
What's heartbreaking to me is that these are my favorite characters. I deeply resonate with messy women because they aren't perfect, and their flaws aren't just "I'm insecure but I can get through it with the power of friendship!"
SPOILERS AHEAD
I want to fucking EXPLODE I do my BEST to love you even when I react negatively!!!! YOU DON'T APPRECIATE WHAT I DO FOR YOU!!!! YOU STILL SAY THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU!!! GOD SOMETIMES YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!