nobody talks about mental abuse enough. that shit destroys you.

I’m realizing how much better life can be without the constant worry of being good enough. I’m finally surrounding myself with those who appreciate me and show me my worth.

ive never been one to tell it how it is, but I’m tired of agreeing none of this was your fault. it was all your fault. I would have never done to you what you have done to me. never would I stoop as low as to make someone question their entire existence. never would I lie, hide, or cheat. never would I make you feel like you were unworthy of love.

i think we kept falling in and out of love that we didn’t realize we were only in love with the versions of eachother before all of the damage…and the versions we now were? we hated.

I left you the other day. I did it for me. I did it because I was hurting. you have no idea the pain I went through each day. watching you go on as if you never did anything wrong to me. but now I don’t know what feels worse, being with or without you.

it’s only 4:15am on our anniversary and she has already become a topic of conversation twice... thanks to you. why couldn’t our day just be about us? why couldn’t it be special?

you’ve sworn on my life so much without meaning it, I think a part of me did die... my trust in you <\3

I wish we were the same people we were before we became broken.