Everyone Is Watching And Reading But Not Helping I Could Set Myself In Fire And People Would Love It

I’m trying so hard to act normal it genuinely feels awful again like what the actual fuck is going on please don’t hate me I feel weird talking about that whole situation with my friend she just made things so much worse . It makes me feel like everything has come crashing down again . I don’t know why im like this but I am and I just wish that people could see past that because I am more than my mental illnesses I just can’t do it man

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 can’t stop relapsing I just want to fucking die man

Please god fucking help me

I feel like im so selfish. I hate this. I don’t want to be messy. I don’t want to be an attention seeker or anything. I don’t want to be this way. I don’t know how to get better or how to inspire myself to get better. What do I Fucking do? I’m so lost. I’m so lost and I don’t know where to go or what to do. I feel so fucking dumb

I really fucking miss you, you know. I fucking hate you. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. Im so hurt.

I’m so fucking sad. It hasn’t even been a month so it’s expected for me to feel this way. But it’s just so unbearable. I feel so hurt and empty. We took up so much of each others time so of course I miss you. I have to stop getting mad at you or caring about what you’re doing. It’s really fucking me up.

I want you to come back to me but I also wish you were dead. I just want you out of my brain. I dont want to accept that I miss you.

I really fucking miss you

I hate that I was so attached to you. I really fucking loved you and you didn’t even love me that much. I hate you so much but I love you still

Why can’t you just fucking suffer for once in your stupid fucking life why do I have to suffer what you’ve done to me why can’t you understand how fucked up you are

I think im going to kill myself

I miss you so much im sorry that j was the way I was I’d change for you I promise I would please just let me back into your life I love you I miss you I’m sorry

Maybe Hell is real but at least me rotting in the flames would be better than what’s happening to me right now