Jan 25, 2018
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Im sad that Im alone. That I always fall for people who dont long to hold me or daydream about the way my skin feels or how beautiful my eyes are. Im tired of love, Im tired of love as a concept and relationships and interacting with people. I dont want to do it anymore. I just want to live in my room and never leave and hate myself until I hate myself enough to end it all. In moments like these my therapist tells me to tell myself Im enough. So I guess Im enough, Im enough, Im enough. I feel like a deflated balloon that at somepoint during the party fell behind the couch and its 6 months later and its yet to be acknowledge or thrown away. Im over it.
