#ex-fp

I’m not the type of person you want in your life. When you meet me, it will seem like I was made for you. My personality will be exactly what you want, exactly what you need. You will never feel as deeply loved. But soon that love will turn into obsession. You will spend every waking moment being with me. I’ll open up to you about my pain and trauma and you will make it your goal to protect me. You will stay up until 5:00 am with me when I disassociate and walk across town. You’ll check at night to make sure I’m still breathing. You’ll hear about my suicidal tendencies and keep your phone on loud, just so you can hear the phone ring. You’ll constantly worry that the phone will ring. Every thought you have will be of me, worrying and wanting to save me. Save me from me. And eventually, you’ll realize you can’t. and then you’ll leave. Because I broke you. You have no emotional energy for anyone, even for yourself.

me, scrolling through his blog to find any mention of me: ho boy i hope he's having a shitty time of it