No, He Didn’t Love Me. Yes, It’s Not The End Of The World. But It Was The End Of My World. I Was

“We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”

— Eleanor Roosevelt

Benjamin Fondane

I can’t imagine a future. It feels as if I’m not meant to be here

I’m trapped. I desperately don’t want to live, I desperately need to die. But I can’t do that to my loved ones. So I live everyday and I suffer. And I suffer, suffer so so much.

What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.

— but she was

I don’t wanna live because it’s not worth living with all this pain and completely unloved

Lately it’s getting really hard to think about how much others will hurt if I kill myself. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. I’m tired of living because I don’t want to cause pain to others. Who is thinking about how much living is destroying me.

how tempting it is to stop existing when you’re already barely here