“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.
I hate myself so fucking much.
Everything and everyone would be so much better off if I wasn't here at all.
I will never have purpose, I will never deserve to live.
I shouldn’t still be here.
I don’t want to be.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
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I don’t know what to do anymore. I guess I’ll cry till I have no tears left. I’ll hurt till I get used to the pain. And then someday, hopefully the pain will numb and I’ll be able to breathe without my chest hurting.
I still love you. After everything I still love you. I wish this was not true.
“Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.”
— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us
“Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.”
— Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You
People be like oh you’re in your 20s you have a whole life to live but I already feel as if I’ve missed every opportunity and made all the wrong decisions and it’s just fucked now