People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.
You’re the one. Or so I thought.
I gave you everything, every piece, every part of me.
And I don’t even know what’s worse now.
The fact that I tried and thought we could make it or the fact that I tried and you still gave up. On me. On us.
How could you? How dare you? FUCK YOU,
I know when it hits it’s gonna hit hard.
But now, I don’t know.
I guess it’s just not real for me yet.
Thank you mom for passing depression and severe anxiety down the blood line. I appreciate it ohhhh so much.
It’s going to take a lot of happy thoughts, medication, rough mindless sex, self rehabilitation, encouraging words, and about a week of prayer and stability to get me out if this funk I’m in.
Because right now I just want to cry, eat carb loaded foods, drink wine out of a coffee mug and pass out in my room and wake up next saturday and pretend I didn’t have this happen to me.
Thank you universe for once again fucking me. Your the best