A story with no end.

I don’t miss you whatsoever I’m still just reminded how long it’s been since I’ve spoken to someone I thought I’d never go without. And although my thoughts weren’t as clear as I’d hoped they were, those clowded thoughts held me closer to a false sense of sanity which prevented repeatedly waking up to the panic of uncertainty in the wake if realization that if I was wrong on the one thing I fought myself with just to accept, what else am I expecting to last that’ll fall to pieces in front of me?

Honestly I get it, I don’t like me much either. You’re lucky you have the choice to get away from me, I don’t have that luxury.

Just don't forget to pretend that it gets better than this.

I'm always worried you're going to wake up one day and realize you don't need me around anymore. My ex used to do this all the time and it drove me crazy, but now I understand it. It's not because I don't think you care about me, it's because I don't care about myself enough to see a reason why anyone would want to stay around.

Think I'm going to get "harm's way" tattoo'd on my forearms with arrows pointing to my hands. Stay out of harm's way.

I never wanted to be loved by anyone

Only reason I'm still alive is I don't want to put the unnecessary burden of my death on those I share blood with.

I hope nobody ever has to feel the way you let me feel I know I will never make anyone feel the way I let you feel.

When the money owed is more than the money earned, it's hard to feel like I'm actually alive.

How do I know I'm in love? I'm changing for the person I love. Not that they want me to, not that they asked me to or I think they'll like me more, but because they don't deserve to put up with the person I am.

I don't think everyone is out to get me because I'm anything important, but because I'm not important enough to be kept safe.