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things are better…I think?
you know it doesn’t even matter if you kill yourself when you break down to people around you and they’re like, “okay then”. i swear one day i’m just gonna drive my car off the interstate after work i don’t even care bro
shit doesn’t really bother me but when night hits and i think about how i’ll probably never be fully loved and experience that. it really fucks me up inside and i honestly can’t accept that for myself.
i’m homesick for a place i’ll never get to
i crave a passionate love i’ll never experience
i loathe the person i became to survive
i’m burned the fuck out. i’m done. i’m tired.
i wish you never fucking approached me.
the biggest mistake of my life.
if things don’t change i don’t want to be around anymore. i can’t do this anymore. i say this all the time but im finally at that point. ive isolated myself on purpose so much it will make it easier
i literally attract the most psychotic people that drain me. like whyyyy.
ill never be loved and the sooner i can accept that the better
