why is my life literally just “wake up, want to kill myself, go to sleep” these days
I feel like I’m just “trying to get through the day,” every day. My entire life is slipping through my fingers.
you turn your back on me and I lay crumpled on the ground… I didn’t see it coming, as you tore my world apart. You tell me you’ll be back, when you’re ready. and I sit, clutching my chest, knowing that I’ll still welcome you back with open arms. I hate myself for that
Well, I feel attacked…. I didn’t need to be violently called out like that.