I Dont Even Know What To Say I Want To Say Things But I Can’t It’s Too Much I Feel Like I Can’t

Tomorrow would’ve marked our 9 month anniversary, and two months since we have been separated from each other.

I cant lie when I say I miss you. I long for you sometimes. I wish that I could relive every single moment we spent with each other so I didn’t take it for granted. You felt like you were my person. I cant say that I’m not absolutely crushed that you aren’t here anymore.

I continuously think that I’m getting better, but I just remember how much I enjoyed our time together and get wrecked again. I dont Even know if you miss me, and I don’t think it matters. I just fucking miss you. I miss that i was able to call you mine. Now I call you an abuser because that is what you are.

I am in a much better place with much better people. Yet I still feel so alone without you sometimes. I wish I could see your face again. I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish we could laugh on call for hours again. I just want it all Back. I miss you so fucking much. I really do.

It just hurts, and I think it hurts more that you don’t really miss me—assuming, at least. I know you, I really do. I know you’d never post how you felt, and how you’d always just dump it onto me because I was always there for you. I know that you miss me, or maybe it’s just my delusion telling me so. I dont know what I want, or who I want, or what I want to do. I dont know anything and just feel lost.

I miss you so much. Theres still a Little Bit of Love for you In my heart. I try everyday to resist looking at your account, texting you and begging you back, etc. I just miss you so fucking much. I do. I cant lie and say I don’t. I don’t miss you ALL the time like I used to. But I am still hurting. The wound is still fresh I suppose, but it doesn’t even feel like two months.

I just wish I could wake up and it was a dream. I wish I could wake up and do things right. I wish that you were right in the head. I wish you weren’t the way you are because then maybe things would’ve worked out. I miss you so fucking much. I really do.

I can’t be too involved in the past, or I’ll miss everything going on around me in the present. But I just miss you. I wish you were in my present. I love you.

I have nothing to lose I don’t feel anything anymore

I genuinely have never hated myself more than I do now nothing makes me feel better anymore I am just rotten

I’m so excited to finally fucking do it I am so excited about it I think it may be the only thing making me happy anymore. Knowing I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore. I don’t have to be perfect or fake for anybody or those stupid fucking cunt “friends” of mine I can finally just leave without a trace and move on. Everyone else can move on. I will be forgotten about and my online presence will disappear and dissipate and I just can’t fucking wait. What was once a stain will finally be thoroughly cleansed and taken care of. I will not be a mistake to humanity anymore. I will finally be able to forgive myself

I genuinely am such a fucking loser

I’m grateful for my screenshots of so many new music recommendations to listen to in my phone! I’m grateful that because it’s a holiday my mom let me have two tiny shots of fireball! I’m grateful that I get to wake up early in the morning to watch my favorite cartoon before bed as if im a child despite being 18! I am so grateful to re-try a drink I once loved, don’t appreciate anymore, then take a sip of my favorite drink to remind me again why it’s my favorite! I am grateful for my five senses to be able to view the world!

I’m grateful for being alive even though there are days where I am blinded by my traumatizing experiences. I love my life and I love myself. I am growing up and that is amazing! Everything will be okay. Everything will be so very okay.

I can’t do this anymore I can’t fucking do it anymore

I know I don’t know you, and you don’t know me and are probably just scrolling through the tags, but if you need someone I am here. I might not get to it right then, but I also come in here a lot.

Basically, don’t be afraid to reach out. We’re all in this together. Even if we don’t know each other, I’m happy to hear you vent and even offer advice if you wanted, but if you don’t that’s okay.

Just know things will get better.

Everything is temporary.

You are loved and appreciated and deserve nothing but a great life.

I have lost the only person who actually cares Color me shocked that’s what happens when you are a disgusting fucking abuser😂😂😂😂😂I have the audacity to bitch and moan when all I do is ruin people’s lives Jesus Christ no wonder my own parents don’t even lvoe me

I want to die so bad fuck