I hate college, I’ll kill myself if I have to go anymore please just make it stop
Does it bother you that we aren’t in love anymore? Does it kill you like it kills me? Does your heart hurt at the sound of my name, I hope not. I just want to cry into you again and I want you to love you over and over. I’m so sorry for what I did. So so so sorry.
I still love you
and I hate myself for it
I’m not good at anything
I want to die
I’m gonna slit my wrists if this interview doesn’t go well
I’ll probably still do it if it does.
my shitty last battle
Do you remember when you loved me and I loved you? Because I do. Every single day of my life. I remember the way my heart would skip beats when we would talk and I would feel like I was dying. I remember the way I cried in a classroom full of kids when you told me you loved me because I never thought I knew the meaning of the word before and suddenly I did. I loved you and you loved me and we had something great then I threw it away. Multiple fucking times. Don’t think I didn’t think about you, because I did. I will always remember the times I could only struggle to be what I thought you deserved and I threw it away and I don’t even know why. As the tale goes on and on I gave it up and you found someone else. Someone who’s actually good, can actually love you. I will never have what you will. I will probably love again but I don’t think I can be IN love because whenever I am, there is someone else to love them better.
I want to jab a steak knife into my own throat