Last night my boyfriend chose to smoke p with his mate instead of seeing me. Then cancelled on today as well because he was having too much fun doing drugs with his friends and wanted to have fun this weekend.
Great. Thanks.
He apologised this morning and is coming over now, but he’s still steamed and probably still partly drunk.
I don’t even know any more. The one person I thought was a constant. It’s great how the second I put 100% of my trust into him, he fucks it.
i do care. please talk to me i cant send you a message\
Oh my. This was unexpected.
Thank you. I have no words, really.
I’m still alive. I will be still alive.
I’m too much of a coward to hurt the the people who hurt me.
I don’t promote self harm. I never will. It eats at your soul until you’re nothing but a shell. You don’t want to live like this. I don’t want to live like this.
Where to turn though?
Nobody cares enough to help.
Not one of you.
I don’t feel sane.
I don’t remember the last time I blinked.
Death right now, it seems perfect.
I can feel death reaching out to me.
Whispering in my ear.
It wants me and I want it.
Why can’t you just let us have each other?
Don’t you want me to be happy?
Please don’t make me stay here.
Please let me stop feeling like this.
Help me.
Or let me help myself.
