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@wannabeisolated
Me: this is the second time he’s left. No more chances.
My friends, equally upset by his leaving: Good!
Him: texts me after two weeks of ignoring me saying he’s sorry and he loves me
Me to everyone else: Ok I Know What He Did Was Bad And All But Hear Me Out. I’ve Already Forgiven Him And Told Him I’m Sorry Too So If Anyone Says Anything To Upset Him I Will End You.
Kinda feel like driving off a bridge. Kinda feel like getting so fucked up I lose a few days. Kinda feel like sleeping for the next two years.
All I seem to do is destroy others
So why can’t I destroy myself
Once and for all?
- I’m the embodiment of destruction
For once, I don’t want to turn the pain you’ve caused me into artful words. I just want to rewind the clock to get you back.
- I say I won’t but I’ll still wait for you
“You don’t even want yourself around, how can you expect other people too?”
-My friend is good at reality checks
I guess I’ll just sit here
Listening to sad songs
Until you decide to
Stop ignoring me
- I’ll be waiting
Just because I sacrifice my mental stability for my friends, doesn’t mean I should ask them to do the same for me.
*Pure anger vent*
Stop fucking leaving me. This is the second time you’ve left with no explanation. No “I’m alive” “I miss you” not even “I’m sorry” I’m terrified you’ve gone back to old habits. I’m horrified to think about you laying in a ditch miles away. I’m terrified that if you come back, you’ll just leave again. And I’ll let you. I need you. And you don’t need me. But I still say fuck it because loving someone who doesn’t feel as strongly, is just another form of self-harm. And god, and I good at that.