happygabbs

i’ll start with i love you. but our relationship makes me sad. 

you don’t tell me how you feel. that you feel proud of me. that i make you happy.

you don’t ever look at me and tell me i look beautiful in my prom dress. you didn't even get a picture with me that night.

you don’t ever spend time with me. i go to therapy because of the lack of emotional connection with you. at least you with me. 

you never stop drinking when you’re home. i barely get time with sober you. you only share your feelings when you’re drunk and you’ve been thinking.

do you remember what i told you i wanted to be? what i want in life? 

don’t you want time with me? don’t you miss me? you once said that you would try to be better, spend more time with me. you haven’t. not to the extent you described, anyway.

am i not enough for you to stop this horrid addiction? am i not enough for you to want to spend time with? am i just not enough? or is it just i’m not that boy that you always wanted?

fuck.

is it really time to keep the anti tab open for Tumblr again?

it's all a downward spiral of mental health from here folks.