Don’t tell me I’ll find someone else. Don’t tell me someone will love me someday. Please don’t give me that hope. I want to believe it more than anything. Knowing me, I’ll give in and try again. But heartbreak is inevitable. And I don’t have it in me to have my heart broken again. I won’t make it if it happens again. So let me stay safe, doesn’t matter if I’m alone. At least I’ll survive.
So please don’t say it. Because I’m doing everything I can to never believe in it again.
On most days it just hits me why am I even trying to put any effort at doing anything when all it leads to failure in a life I don’t even fucking want.
People think that suicide is a choice and yes it is but right now it feels like the only fucking answer.
It’s always the people you would never want to hurt and care about so much that do the most fucked up shit to you.
*goes to sleep so I don’t kill myself*