murphee is mad

I had a dream that you called me.

I miss you. I feel it in my bones. In my dreams you're still you.

Is this what schizophrenia feels like?

I feel disgusting for ever trusting you with my soul. You touched it and it withered and took the rest of me down with it.

You fucking RUINED me. I sincerely wish I had never met you. I wish I could bleach my entire brain and body to get any trace of your existence off of me. I fucking hate you. I'm so incredibly angry I ever let you touch any part of me.

Oh also; super huge shout out for trying to kill me multiple times and getting me addicted to drugs when I didn't even do so much as drink wine coolers.

Constantly asking me for nudes, calling me at all hours of the night to cry about your life, asking me to MARRY YOU multiple times, telling me I'm your only love, how much we're supposed to be together. BUT I'M THE ONE HARASSING YOU????? Get some fuxking help, bud. Because you have absolutely lost what little mind you had left.

I always live by the water in my dreams. And you're always there.

I miss you.