Consumed By Darkness And Despair

When life gave me a cold shoulder , I took comfort in death's warm embrace.

~I am sorry it ended like that~

~Fucking hits heavy these days, you wanted your best friend back, but I’m not even that version if myself and don’t know how to pull it out of me. Now I just stay away from you because all I do is hurt you and I’m not interested in that~

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰...𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

~i never wanted to make it passed 20, life is a drag and im bout ready to let my sickness kill me, ive not got much fight left in me~

i feel like i should just pack my things and disappear and move and never tell anyone anything real ever again. like i never even existed, like my life hasn’t actually happened to me

I’m never opening up to anybody again. It all just gets thrown back in my face.