When all the hate subsided and the only ones that’s left with you is your empty room and your empty heart, it just stings so bad. It’s a loop of unhappiness.
They say that this is the worst thing ever. I kid you not, but man was it the worst. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about things I’ve avoided wondering about years ago. Yesterday morning was the worst. I was staring blankly to the wall and started writing things. It was close to the blackout I had in 2013.
I feel lonely.
I’m afraid that they’ll find a way back to me. It’s so fucking awful.
I’ve been thinking about you so much lately. Apparently you’ll always be the death of me.